I lost 33 lbs in one night.

Contrary to my expectations, Hellsgate gave me no nightmares or insomnia. After all the shit that happened to me in two days, I thought my mind would struggle to adapt to my new life. 

I died, rose back from the dead, and became a reaper. At the expense of coming back to life, I was forced to fight with the undead every night. The reaper army currently has trouble replenishing its numbers. 

As reapers were born from sorrow and regret, IRIS intentionally made the world a shittier place. While the demons called Trinity move to make it a better one. 

"How ironic. This all sounds so insane that no one would believe it," I muttered to no one in particular. 

Yesterday I learned of such truths along with the complex history of the reapers. In short, I could be as rich as I wanted to be and live as debauched as I pleased. Provided that, I get to survive the nights between my days.