In the depths of the Mini Reaper Garden, on the endlessly stretching marshmallow plains, I was trying to alleviate my boredom.

Rolling around on the soft marshmallow, I gazed up at the sky where round, fluffy clouds slowly drifted by.

It was a cloud that occasionally appeared in the Mini Reaper Garden—belonging to the Orange Reaper.

As peaceful as ever, the scene seemed tranquil, but there was a void in the corner of my heart.

"When will I be able to watch TV again...?"

I let out a silent sigh, my will slipping away.

The Golden Reapers, who had been …