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- Almighty Galamachis, hear my prayer. I have wandered lost in this world bearing questions without knowing whom could answer them... I am in need of guidance.
- I was told that my questions were not for the judge, but for the reaper.
- A time that felt so long ago I was taken, and tortured, and I thought to myself with certainty, 'this is how I die'. At first it was a thought of fear, then determination: If this was my fate, then I submit to it. However... death did not come for me. By improbable coincidence, or providence of fate, I was found, and rescued. And I thought that to be the end of the matter.
- Since that night, that feeling of resignation has never left me. I can feel it eating away at me, as if I had somehow slighted the fates, by either my hand or someone else's. Since that night, I have fallen six times further. Each time alone. Each time, despite impossible odds, found and pulled from judgment at the last moment.
- The final time... In my confusion, in my anger, in my overwhelming feeling of emptiness, I tried to deliberately end my life. I had to know if it was simply luck, or something greater. I went out into the wilds where no one could find me, and submitted myself to the monsters lurking within the forest. I felt their claws tear at my flesh, my consciousness fade, my body grow cold.
- Then... I awoke. Sore, but unharmed, and alone. Every time I wake, I feel less of myself. My existence is unnatural, but I know not how or why. All I know is that I have accrued a debt, created an imbalance, that I must correct.
- I wish to follow you in protecting the sanctity of death. Keeper of the Dead, hear my plea: Guide me to right this wrong and I will become your servant, your speaker.
- ...Please. I don't want to be hollow any more.
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