This is all the Grim Reaper's fault!
My name is Bai Baixi, and I was an ordinary office drone until the day a runaway truck sent me to meet the Grim Reaper.
The guy was pretty straightforward. He threw up his hands and said, "Workplace mistake," then casually waved me into another world.
I even got a witch template thrown in for free.
When I woke up, I stared at the silver-haired, violet-eyed little girl in the mirror. The pointy witch hat on her head spun around on its own, and the broom in the corner of the room bounced around excitedly.
"So I'm a witch now?"
No, the point is: this body is only twelve years old.
I was all ready to be reborn as a baby, and you skipped me ahead by this much?
The note the Grim Reaper left behind had only one sentence: "Compensation. Make do with it."
