I hate my life!
Born in a fortress town, which guards the civilized world against the monstrous hordes, I dreamt of joining the fight.
To protect those I love.
Yet, frustratingly, my life didn’t lead in that direction.
I thought it never would.
Until it suddenly ended.

Yep, I died.
My life literally cut short.
Yet, even after all this, I’ve still some fight left in me.
So what if my heart doesn't beat?
So what if I'm just some cold corpse?!
Must I be living to care?
I swear, I will make something out of this unlife!

Even though, everything still kinda sucks.