My name is Asashi, I am what you would call an average student. I never stood out in any subject nor did I fail miserably in any of them. My life was looking pretty good, I had just finished university and my studies to be an engineer, the pay was decent, the job itself was not too complicated for me, my parents supported my choice and I think I had hit it off pretty well with a girl I met at a bar. Unfortunately for me the powers that be decided that was not meant for me, I was on my way to the family reunion my mom had organised to celebrate my graduation when a truck suddenly came crashing into me. Whether the driver fell, asleep, was drunk or had some grudge against me I don't know nor do I really care anymore. After getting hit by a full speed truck I did what any normal human being would have done, I died, or so I thought. When I came to I was no longer in the busy streets during rush hour but in a rather depressing place which I assumed was a graveyard of sorts due to the numerous tombstones around me. Seeing that I was somehow alive I decided to check myself for any injury, when I checked my body I felt a mix of terror and suprise. All that was left of my body were bones, literally no skin, no muscle, no organs nothing I only had white smooth bones, for a 10 whole minutes I froze unsure of what to do. After gathering my thoughts I tried walking around for a bit, the result was me falling akwardly face first into the mud, seeing that walking right now was a bit of an issue I decided to take this time to try and make sense of what had happened to me. What I knew so far was that I had died, somehow came back as a skeleton in some place I don't know, it wasn't much to go on but I had to make do.

Seeing that I was in no rush I decided to look around myself, from what I could tell it was night time with the moon high up in the sky, the graveyard was covered in a thin fog that, numerous tombstone lay about some looking more recent than others. "What am I?" I asked myself, despite being a retorhical question I recieved my answer in a rather suprising way. No sooner had I finished the question that a window appeared in front of me.

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Race: Skeleton

Type: Undead

Lvl: 1

HP: 30/30

MP:0

Equipment: N/A

Traits: Cursed skin

Skills: Soul forge

So from what I read I am an undead more specifically a skeleton, well thats just great. What intreaged me the most was the cursed skin trait and the soul forge skin. I decided to touch the writing, as soon as I did the window shifted and what I got was this.

Cursed skin: Due to the nature of the undead any healing spells harm the undead and health cannot be recovered over time.

Soul forge: The ability of skeleton to craft magical items from the souls of its victims and the raw materials.

This was starting to really look like a video game, although the soul forge sounds really cool I don't think I can bring myself to hurt anyone I never had to fight before. Cursed skin on the other hand I wish I didn't have seriously not healing damage done to you over time, who would want that. Well anyway it didn't seem like I really had any choice in the matter. With that done I decided to try walking again, the first few tries ended up with me falling over again, but I slowly managed to get the hang of it. Right now I can manage a very akward shuffle in the direction I want, with my means of motion secured I decided to explore the rest of the graveyard. For the most part my exploration was rather boring, nothing exciting happened and with my snails pace it wasn't very interesting. It was after 30 minutes of searching that I came across another skeleton, unlike me this fellow seemed to be able to walk just fine. I tried calling out to him but no sound came from my non existant lungs, I tried waving my hands but he simply ignored me. Since he didn't really seem to care about me I decided to follow him to learn how to walk properly. With that decided I chased after the skeleton clumsily attempting to imitate his walk, this was going to be a long night.

To be continued