In the depths of the Mini Reaper Garden, the City of the Dead was always bathed in a soft, warm light.

Here, time seemed to stop, and peaceful days stretched endlessly. The Mini Reapers and the humans they cherished reveled in small joys they had never been able to experience during their lives.

"Let’s have a snack in the park today!"

A young man said brightly.

A small golden Reaper was perched on his shoulder.

In life, he had been a worker at a so-called “black company,” tirelessly working without rest.

He had barely survived the days filled with overtime …