Yo, I'm back! Hahaha! So I've fallen in love with The World Ends With You and I decided to write my experience in the Reapers game… yeah it's not very original I know but I really wanted to write it. If you don't like it, then don't read it. It's a good story though, so I think you should. Old characters will be coming back, so it's not just my OC's. Eh, R&R and if you like it, favorite it. Thank you!

Hannah Faror

-PROLOGUE-

I heard the rain falling- but I couldn't feel it. I saw it, falling, falling, an incessant downpour. The raindrops didn't form puddles though. They absorbed into the ground. Some landed on my face- they were warm. I tasted them on my lips to find them salty. It was then I realized they were tears. And a voice- I heard a voice calling out to me. "Kei…" it called. "Kei… Keiko-chan!"

And then I fell onto my right side and woke up in the flower shop.

"What happened?" I asked, drowsy.

"You fell asleep. Again," the voice continued. I looked to see my friend, Emiri-chan.

"Oh, hello Emi-chan. Is it time for closing?" I asked her. She face palmed.

"Do you try to get yourself fired? Do you sleep at night?" she demanded.

"Yeah, why?" Poor Emiri. She sighed.

"Never mind. Just truest me, you're not going to keep your job long if you keep falling asleep like this," she told me.

"Calm down," I said, standing. I helped her close up shop. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm always tired. I can't help it!"

"You're a weird one alright," Emiri told me. "Falling asleep anywhere you feel like, dying your hair an unnatural color-"

"It is natural!" I protested, dropping a basket I held.

"The green sure isn't," she replied. I picked my basket back up and put it away. "I wish you'd be more careful," she went on.

"I am careful." Emiri gave me a look of disbelief. "For the most part." She sighed.

"Just don't get yourself killed, okay?"

"I'll try my hardest," I said with a smile. With that, I left the store for the day.

Around me I heard the voices of those more fortunate than I. People who had dreams, people who had hope. All I had was the clothes on my back and a life worth forgetting. I'd always wanted to make an impact on people's lives, it was just I had given up on that dream. How could I, the daughter of a flower shop owner, ever change the world?

As I was pondering these things, I bumped into someone. I began to apologize, when saw his gun. I heard the noise, and then felt the pain in my side. I was on the ground. "Who the hell are you and what gives you the right to fuc- ow!" I shrieked.

"I don't give answers," he said. He then shot me in the heart and I closed my eyes.