"In order to save your light, you need to step into the darkness." "There was once a pale young boy who seemed very lonely. All beings that draw breath, avoided him, and you know what the funny part is? They all come crawling back to him in the end. However, this does not imply that he was a well-known or renowned individual. Oh, no, no, far from it. As the History of the Seven Realms of The Heavens implies, Kings, Emperors, and even some Deities feared him, for if they faced him, they would lose their legacies. As a result, they shunned him, called him names, and became the folktale that made the children not go out at night. His Existence became a living nightmare as a result of this. But on one fateful night, he saw a woman, and the moonlight had shone across her. She was singing, and her voice could melt the hearts of thousands of men, and her smile, could brighten the entire cosmos. So the Pale young boy approached her But as he remembered his curse, he halted his steps *Awk!* The man gazed at his bleeding chest, where a blade had pierced his heart. Blood ran down his cheek as he struggled to turn his gaze away from his assailant. As he turned his neck, he saw a hooded figure staring down at him while holding his Scythe that had pierced through his chest. "Let me summarise it for you. Her people were the only ones that accepted and kept him living, but as a result, they lost their lives, and her..." The hooded figure then pulled out the scythe on his chest, making the man's body drop on the floor, dead. Following that, the hooded figure knelt down and whispered to his ear, "Her last moments were in my arms, while on the ground, bleeding as she reached for my face and murmured..." He then pulled back, grabbed the key dangling around his neck, and gazed at it before continuing, "My Death Is Yours"