# Prologue
Fucked. He didn’t want to use such a crude word, but no other term could properly express what he was feeling right now. Literally, it was a fucked situation.
“……”
Mua stared at his reflection in the mirror with an absurd expression. Anyone who knows what a grim reaper is would already sense a powerful aura of ‘fuckedness’ from this point on.
Normally, grim reapers have almost no reason to look at their own reflection in a mirror. Occasionally, when retaliating against humans out of personal feelings—that is, when they want to torment humans—they might show their reflection in a mirror to make humans scream in terror, but what business does a being who collects the souls of the dead have looking in mirrors?
In truth, even when humans behaved rather nastily, there weren’t many psycho reapers who would do such things, and Mua wasn’t that kind of psycho. Yet right now, Mua’s appearance was clearly reflected in the mirror.
That wasn’t the only problem. The appearance of Mua reflected in the mirror was also quite strange.
Among grim reapers, some insist on the classic dopo robe attire, and others wear modernly reinterpreted reaper uniforms—similar in form to human suits—but no one goes around collecting souls wearing a hospital gown.
That’s right. Mua was currently wearing a hospital gown. And in a human body, at that.
It wasn’t even his own face. The appearance reflected in the mirror was, astonishingly, that of the soul he had been trying to collect before losing consciousness. A young face that looked soft enough to see peach fuzz, fluffy and lovely—a human face.
When he first saw the mole under his right eye, he thought something was stuck there and even rubbed it with his finger. It was a face that unfamiliar to Mua.
With a pallor from the accident, Mua blinked at the mirror and desperately wanted to run to the Afterlife to ask.
Excuse me, Lord Yeomra. So… can grim reapers also… be possessed?
Of course, Mua, who had possessed the body of Shin Mua, a human who had the same name as him, could neither go to the Afterlife nor communicate with Yeomra. So, if we were to summarize this absurd incident in one word with effort—it meant he was fucked.
Then how exactly did things get so fucked? Let’s trace back through those memories now.
