Hey guys,

So this is my first book here. Trying to figure out how most of the stuff works. 

Here's the Prologue. Chapter 1 is coming up soon.

Enjoy~

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A biting cold wind blew through the night.

In a random country, in a random district, and at a totally random street, a guy seems to be crossing it.

The guy shouldn’t be too old. At most, he’s an adult. Maybe 19?

But his eyes speak of an older age.

Yes, old as in the kind of eyes old people have when they are staring off at nothing.

A bad habit. If asked, even he’d admit it. But, as most of his excuses go, he “can’t help it”.

His name is Aevan. No, not a real name. But its a name he’d like to have. Not that he hated his real name. Just that he liked this name more.

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So, let’s take him as Aevan. Now, what is Aevan doing in such a cold night? Other than reflexively chewing the gum that has been in his mouth for a while.

HONK! HOOOONNK!

A truck that happened to come barreling at him blared its horn to get his attention.

Too bad for truck-san, Mr. Aevan had his ears occupied by earphones, which were blaring piano notes into his head.

Soft notes. The kind that had calming effect on the mind.

Sadly, even the music wasn’t getting registered by Aevan, such was the depth of his thoughts.

Then again, the purpose of the music was to blot out the noise that might rouse him out of his thoughts. One can see how effective the technique is.

Not another one, Truck-san grumbled. Thanks to stupid teenagers like the one in front of it, the truck society have acquired a comical infamy.

Truck-san braked. Even if it new that the child before it was a goner, it won’t hurt to try.

SCREEEECH~!

The distance gradually closed between the truck which was still at a speed of 30m/s and Ivan who was at a speed less than 1m/s.

At the last second, the truck brushed by the cloths on Aevan’s back.

Suddenly feeling something sharp waving in the air, Aevan turned around.

Seeing the truck so close to him as it went by, he was dumbstruck by fear. And the smell of burning tire intensified it. Taking a few shaky steps back, he involuntarily gulped.

And that was it.

He died.

If one had to know his last thought, it would be, “So the fucker with the scythe does exist. Huh…guess you learn something new everyday.”

Thus, the planet Earth lost one of its eccentric inhabitant.