After Eighteen Years as a Substitute, Sister Restarts My Life

On my eighteenth birthday, a fire brought me face to face with the sister who died young. She had become a reaper of the dead, and the moment she saw my face, her expression turned grim. "Every soul I collect is a bitter spirit who threw their own life away. Your time isn't up yet, so why are you here?" "How can you do this to Mom and Dad?" I gave a small twist of my lips. Thinking back on all these years, of how Mom and Dad had treated me as nothing but a stand-in for my sister.