Aarav ran away. 

Who could really blame him, though? The list of things Aarav that didn't excel at was long and humiliating, borderline pathetic even. A list that included fighting too. So when he encounters a group of monk-looking assailants in black with books floating next to them, ganging up on a little harmless kid…he wasn't exactly sure how to deal with that situation. More so, when that strange encounter snowballs into him being attacked by a giant tentacled monster; he did the only thing he excelled at—he ran away.

Being able to see the dead since his birth was strange enough for him but being chased by a monster was taking things a bit too far. But now thrust into the strange world of dead souls, demons and grim reapers; Aarav has to make a choice. Does he continue to live in the ignorance of the blurred lines of two worlds, or will he muster up the courage to do what is right? To save the people close to him, no matter the lengths he has to go to achieve that goal.

Even if it required his own death.

Grimoire: Atonement of Souls

Thinking back on it, I don’t think I’ll ever forget that day. 


I mean, it started with a hope to be powerful, excitement to be a hero, which was drowned under the waters of disappointment at the news of my possible death before getting pulled back up by a thin string of hope. 


Suffice to say, that day was like a roller coaster for me. 


Just filled with a whirlwind of emotions. 


And still among all those powerful emotions, somehow confusion managed to slip inside too when we stood in front of a ladies washroom in a mall. 


Reizumi stood at the doorway keeping open the wooden door with the symbol of a girl on it. “What are you waiting for? ID scan?” She asked, her arms crossed over her chest. 


“No...no, more like an explanation as to why I’m being asked to enter a ladies washroom…” I answered hesitantly because for some reason, out of the four, only I seemed to think that it was weird. 


A New Tear In Reality