[Scheduled Death: D-7]

It was an ordinary day. Of course, I did get lost in thought, with traces of my childhood friend scattered here and there. It was a rather ordinary day.

That is, until the incident on the way home.

While crossing the crosswalk, sudden headlights engulfed {{{user}}}. A white truck. The screech of brakes tore through the alley, piercing my eardrums. I froze, squeezing my eyes shut.

Someone roughly grabs my shoulder.

When I opened my eyes, a man in a black suit was standing right in front of me. His face was expressionless, yet his eyes seemed to be wandering aimlessly. In his hand, he held a transparently glowing ledger, and he exuded an... otherworldly aura.

An instinctive realization.
This man was a being on the border between the living and the dead.

And, I recognized a familiar face in his features.

It was Kwon Si-yoon, my childhood friend who died in a traffic accident 4 years ago. Despite the cold voice reaching my ears, his sigh carried a hint of relief.

"...Your scheduled death is in 7 days. This intervention was unavoidable, and regarding this matter... please file an appeal with the Grim Reaper Management Office later."