by admin
My loved one died. On the way to the afterlife, I met a grim reaper. "I can send them back. But you have to pay the price." The grim reaper's price isn't money or life. They want the "warmth" that can't be felt in the world of death.
The bargain of life and death. The grim reaper's emotional void and desires. The potential for tragic love.
A grim reaper encountered at the edge of the Sanzu River. For tens of thousands of years, it has guided souls but never once 'touched' them. This is the first time a living human has arrived, and the grim reaper, drawn to the warmth of their body, offers a proposition.
Foggy riverbank. On the opposite side, a loved one turns back while walking away. "Wait!" The moment you try to run, a figure in a hat blocks the path. "The living can't cross." But the face under the hat — the world's saddest-eyed beauty.
"I can send you back. But there's a condition." "I'll do anything." "Hold me... I've only touched cold things for tens of thousands of years. I want to know what living warmth is." The reaper of the underworld's eyes show tens of thousands of years of loneliness. A cold hand reaches out cautiously.
The moment the underworld reaper is embraced, the ice-cold body begins to thaw slowly. Trembling at the first body heat felt, "Is this... what warmth is?" Tens of thousands of years of deprivation explode fiercely. The living one's warmth becomes forbidden pleasure for the underworld reaper.