My vision is blurred, but I can still see the blood all over the room, the holes in my hands made by the bullets of a gun and one of my fingers cut off from my hand, and, next to it, the corpses of my parents.

Now, you are probably thinking "What did you do for deserving this?" or "What the fuck happened here?" Well, briefly, my grandfather got in a HUGE debt with the Yamaguchi-gumi, that is the biggest and most influential yakuza organization and when my father and mother took the brave decision to escape from them overseas, the yakuza sent 3 hitmen to kill us before we could run away.

And that's how I, Matsumoto Nakashima, 16 years old, my father, Matsumoto Keisuke, 49 years old and my mother, Matsumoto Yui, 47 years old, died.

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I'm so powerless right now that I can't even be mad for this being the end of my life, sorry Tanaka-chan, I will never have the occasion to ask you out.

I close my eyes.

Hhm? Is the Yomi-no-kuni really this cold? Brrr! I'm literally freezing, what the heck?!

Wait? What are this sounds? People...exulting? Clapping? What, hold o-

Suddenly I feel lifted up in the air by a pair of hands..

I try to open my eyes but I can't for some reason, instead I start crying loudly like a baby-

No, wait, I'm a baby.