I lost 33 lbs in one night.

Contrary to what I expected, I was neither bothered by nightmares nor did I had trouble sleeping because of Hellsgate. From all the shit that happened to me over the course of two days, I thought my mind would have trouble acclimating to my new life.

I died, rose back from the death 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 had trouble replenishing its numbers. As reapers were born from sorrow and regret. IRIS intentional 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 no one would believe it," I muttered to no one in particular.