Lucas Point of View

Hi, my name is Lucas. I am from class 34-B, and I am a Life Hunter, also known as a Reaper. Our job is to guide souls to the afterlife. We are considered one of the rudest among all MT, and our personalities don’t matter as much as how we do our jobs.

Likely, right now, we are in front of a hospital to take a life—no to take a soul—and I am with Axel. By the way, Axel is my batchmate, and right now we are designated to two souls, so we assign each one to each other.

"You ready?" I asked him.

"Shut up," he answered, his face gloomy as ever. I bet something happened.

Axel is the coldest Grim Reaper among us. Even seniors in our class despise him. Without his looks, he’d be a total bummer.

Right now, we arrived at a scene—a morgue. Of course, it’s dark, and people are crying, something so dark. But this is our job.

Walking through these dark halls, with crying people at every step, we are wearing our hats so no one can see us or feel our presence. It’s making me suffocate more because of the aura Axel is emitting.

We arrive in front of the morgue to see two souls—a woman and a man. As we stand before them, they look at us, and of course, as usual, they are scared.

"Who are you?" the woman asks, an obvious first question.

I glance at Axel, who remains silent and cold. I decide to take the lead.

"We're here to guide you to the afterlife," I explain gently. "It's time to move on."

The woman clutches her chest, looking between Axel and me. "But... what about my family? My children?"

"I understand your concern," I say softly.

“Everyone dies,” Axel said in a cold tone. The woman's eyes widened in fear. “Hey, what are you saying?” I whispered to him, but he ignored me.

“Liand and George Hanz, 42 and 38 years old, died in a car accident,” Axel continued. “You are now pronounced dead and listed among the people we will take.”

What is he doing? I know he's not in the mood, but this is not good.

“We will not come with you,” the man said, glaring at Axel.

I stepped forward, trying to soften the situation. "Look, I understand this is difficult—"

“I was about to say,” but Axel cut me off.

“You have no choice. It’s either be punished or go with us—that’s the deal,” Axel said, making the two even more scared.

"Axel, that's not helping," I said, trying to keep my tone calm. I turned back to the couple, trying to reassure them. "I'm sorry for my colleague's bluntness. We are here to help you transition peacefully. It's a difficult process, but it's necessary."

The woman clung to her husband, eyes wide with fear. "We don't want to be punished," she whispered.

"No one wants that," I said gently. "And you won't be. We're here to guide you, to ensure you find peace. It's not about punishment; it's about helping you move on."

The man looked between Axel and me, then back to his wife. "But what about our family? Our kids?"

"They will be taken care of," I assured him. "Your presence will still be felt, and they'll find their way. Holding on will only make it harder for them and for you."

A Few Moments later

We managed to guide the soul successfully. However, something was off. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked him, but he didn't respond. Instead, he took a sip of his coffee. He had been pissed off since this afternoon, ever since he returned from meeting his friend.

Did they argue?

Suddenly, a doctor walked towards us. He was a good-looking person—wait, could he see us? I adjusted my hat, and Axel did the same. Don't tell me this guy...

“What do you want?” Axel immediately asked the doctor. This doctor looked like a foreigner—he had blonde hair and striking blue eyes. He was also emitting a life aura more intense than anyone I had ever seen.

Did Axel know this guy?

“What do you want?” Axel repeated, his voice tense and demanding. But the doctor didn't answer.

Oh, maybe he can't really see us.

The doctor pointed at Axel's hat. “Just talk,” Axel said, his voice tense.

“You're as rude as usual. Here is your card; you left it behind. Miss Lanaya said that you would be here, so she asked me to take care of it by giving it to you,” the doctor replied, handing Axel a black card.

He seemed to know Miss Lanaya as well.

“She could have just called me,” Axel muttered, taking the black card from the doctor's hand.

“I'm not being so rude, but Miss Lanaya is sometimes busy. So, even if you aren’t doing anything, please try not to bother her too much,” the doctor said firmly. Axel's irritation was obvious; his frown deepened, and his body language grew more rigid.

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The atmosphere thickened as Axel’s irritation caused him to emit a dark aura. This wasn’t good.

“Are you telling me to stay away from La-La?” Axel asked the doctor, his voice dripping with menace.

The doctor remained calm, meeting Axel's intense gaze without flinching. "I'm simply suggesting that you be mindful of her time," he replied, his tone measured and composed.

Axel's fists clenched at his sides, his frustration palpable. I could see that this exchange was heading in a dangerous direction, and I knew I had to intervene soon if things escalated further.

“No, I would not go that far,” the doctor said calmly, his eyes steady on Axel. Suddenly, Axel's phone rang, the sharp sound breaking the tension. Annoyed, Axel snatched the phone out of his pocket and answered it.

“What?” he snapped, his voice dripping with irritation. The doctor looked at me and greeted me with a bow, a formal gesture that caught me off guard. I returned the greeting, puzzled. So he can actually see us.

“Yeah, I received it. You should have called me; I could have picked it up from your house later, you know,” Axel said, his tone softening noticeably. It’s La-La; she’s the one on the phone.

Axel's mood lifted almost immediately. His demeanor brightened, like a dog whose owner just came home

. Unbelievable!.

Then Axel extended the phone towards the doctor, who took it without hesitation. “Oh yes,” the doctor said, “Yeah, it’s not a burden.” His tone shifted, becoming warmer and more accommodating.

What the hell is with these two?1 What kind of spell did Miss La-La cast on them?! The doctor, who had earlier seemed cold and distant despite his smile, now sounded genuinely pleasant. Axel, who had been bristling with annoyance, seemed to relax slightly.

The doctor handed the phone back to Axel. “I have work to do,” he said briskly, then turned and walked away with purpose.

What was that?!

“Sure, I will,” Axel said into the phone, his tone suddenly lighter. He ended the call with a small, satisfied smile.

“What was that about?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

He looked at me, his eyes narrowing slightly. “None of your business,” he replied curtly, a sharp edge to his voice. He took a deliberate sip of his coffee, the steam rising between us as he avoided further eye contact.

I hate my job-

Someone Point Of View

Hi, my name is Jhane. I am one of the nurses under Doctor Zayne in the Internal Medicine department. Doctor Zayne is one of the most renowned doctors here at Elysium General Hospital. Working under him has also brought me a certain level of popularity. Some people approach me solely because of my connection to him.

“You’ve arrived, Doc,” I greeted him warmly as he walked in, his white coat flowing behind him. He smiled at me, but it was a smile devoid of warmth, almost mechanical.

I admire Doctor Zayne greatly, but his smile—it’s a forced one, masking something beneath the surface.

“Is there any patient on my schedule?” he asked, his tone professional and detached.

“Yes, there are a few,” I replied, handing him the list of patients.

Despite his cold demeanor, he is exceptionally skilled and kind in his work.

“Okay, let’s proceed to the first one,” he said, glancing at the list.

“Yes, Doctor,” I answered promptly, following him into the examination room.

As he diagnosed his patients, I watched him closely, admiring the precision and care with which he worked. It’s fascinating to see him in action.

Each patient left with a smile, comforted by his deep, soothing voice, even if it lacked warmth. But something had changed in him over the past month.

“Doc,” I began, but he reached for his phone, cutting me off. As he dialed, I saw his expression transform. A genuine smile lit up his face, his eyes sparkling with emotion.

He always smiled with dull eyes, but now they were alive with warmth. I didn’t dare to interrupt.

“Miss Lanaya, all the packages will be delivered there,” he said in a much softer tone, filled with affection.

A woman—he was talking to a woman.

He smiled again, a warm, genuine smile. “No, no, I’m sorry if it’s quite a burden. Well, I might come there early,” he said. “Yes, yes, thank you for your understanding,” he added, his voice sweet and gentle.

Who is this woman? Our eyes met as I stood by the open door, and he smiled at me again, but this time it was the usual cold smile, the mask slipping back into place

He moved the phone away from his ear, his expression a mix of concentration and annoyance. “Is there any problem?” he asked, his tone clipped.

“I’m sorry, Doctor. I didn’t mean to disturb you, but the second patient is already waiting outside,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Okay, let them in,” he said with a nod, his professionalism returning.

“Understood,” I replied, then added, “Ms. Lanaya, I apologize for the interruption,” turning back to his call.

Who is that woman?

Next Day

I live nearby, in a house close to Doctor Zayne’s. I also know that he owns a library business near his residence. Having worked for him for almost two years, I’m familiar with it.

Today, with my work schedule set for the afternoon and tomorrow being Doctor Zayne’s birthday, I decided to visit the library. I wanted to invite him to dinner as a colleague and celebrate his special day. I’m certain he’ll be at the library today.

As I approached the library, I overheard a confrontation outside. “Like I said, get out!” a woman’s voice demanded sharply.

She stood with quiet elegance, her chestnut hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail that highlighted the delicate contours of her face. Her deep brown eyes were soulful and kind, drawing you in with their warmth. A small mole just beneath her right eye added a unique charm to her already captivating appearance.

“You always ruin my gig,” a man complained, his tone sullen. She simply glared at him with a steely resolve.

“Do you want me to report you, huh? You little bat?” she said, her voice laced with intimidation. The man glared back for a moment but then turned and left. The woman then walked into the library.

What a scary woman.

I cleared my throat and adjusted my handbag before stepping into the library. The woman who had been outside was now sitting at the desk where the librarian would typically be.

“Welcome,” she greeted me as soon as she sensed my presence. I nodded in response.

“How long will you be staying?” she asked immediately.

“Oh, no, I’m not here to read,” I explained. Her expression shifted to one of puzzlement.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” she inquired.

“I’m looking for Doctor Zayne,” I said.

“Oh, Mr. Zayne,” she responded, her tone quite formal. “He left earlier. What business do you have with him?” she asked.

“I’m his colleague at work,” I clarified.

“Really?” she said, her interest piqued. “He should be returning soon—he just went out to buy some medicine and food for himself. Would you mind waiting for him?” she offered. As she spoke, I noticed a white scarf draped around her neck.

It looked familiar.

“Y-yeah,” I stammered in response.

“Then just sit anywhere you’d like,” she said with a warm smile. She seemed quite nice. I chose a seat in the corner of the library.

“Thank you,” I said as I settled in. She then took her place at the desk. Her phone rang, and she answered it immediately, her demeanor shifting to professional focus.

A few minutes passed, and Doctor Zayne arrived. As I stood to greet him, the woman—who must be Ms. Lanaya—spoke up.

“Everything good, Ms. Lanaya?” Doctor Zayne asked, his tone gentle.

“Yeah, everything is good,” she replied.

Doctor Zayne placed the medicine and food he was carrying on the table in front of her. “Let me check your wound later,” he said with concern.

“Am I always a bother?” Ms. Lanaya asked him, her tone tinged with self-deprecation. Doctor Zayne’s response was a bright smile.

“It’s not a big deal. By the way, I bought coffee—it’s in the plastic cup. Ice Americano, your favorite, right?” Doctor Zayne said, his tone caring and thoughtful.

What am I witnessing?

“Oh, you can deduct this from my salary,” Ms. Lanaya said, her voice teasing.

“No, I bought this for you since I already got mine. I just remembered you,” Doctor Zayne said, his smile never fading. “Oh, by the way, your colleague is here,” Ms. Lanaya said, pointing toward me. Doctor Zayne turned his head in my direction. He offered a smile, but it was the usual cold one.

“Nurse Jhane, is there an urgent matter?” he asked as he walked over to me.

“No, I’m here to invite you to dinner, Doctor,” I said, my nerves evident.

“Is there a special occasion?” he inquired, raising an eyebrow.

I clutched my handbag tightly.

“W-well,” I hesitated, my heart pounding. “Well?” he prompted, waiting for my response.

“It’s your birthday tomorrow, so I would like to treat you to dinner,” I said, finally blurting out the invitation.

The moment fell into silence.