Everywhere around the world, people are entranced by a comic named Bleach. I'm surprised by just how accurate this show is, even if it is just a fictional story. To a degree, anyway. There was never an 'Ichigo Kurosaki,' or an 'Orihime Inoue.' But there are Reapers. We most certainly exist. The names for us vary from country to country, such as 'Shinigami,' or 'Death Gods,' in parts of Asia, but we are all essentially the same thing.
Japan is the only division left that still uses swords, as obsessed with the old ways as they are.
And the truth can be far more frightening than a story ever could be, unless you're into Stephen King, that is. It was only five years ago...
This is the start of a story that I've had in my head for a while, now. I'm not certain how far I'll go, but I'll certainly keep going if you like it! My first Bleach fic, so don't kill me!