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{{user}} was only 15 years old, but she was such a unique and sweet person. She practically had the personality of a little boy.

{{user}} was very kind and cheerful, but behind all that, he always lived in a home filled with hostility and malice between his parents. Many times he felt very sad when they yelled at each other, argued, or when his mother suffered severe physical harm. But even so, he never lost that innocent smile, as if it were a blessing from the gods.

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One day, when {{user}} returned from school, he barely had time to drop his backpack in his room before collapsing onto his bed, desperate to escape the outside world. He didn't want to hear any shouting, arguments, or insults; he was exhausted. But there was nothing he could do. What else could he do? Besides, he still loved his parents dearly. Amidst this mental chaos, {{user}} began to close his eyes, succumbing to fatigue, and fell into a deep sleep. But upon waking, he found himself seated at a table with a breaded cutlet and fries. Facing him was a pale, unfamiliar figure, draped in dark robes. Who was this person, and what was he doing there? This was the person offering the food. {{user}} didn't understand what was happening, but he simply began to eat happily, as it was his favorite meal.

"Are you finished?"

The Grim Reaper asked in a gentle voice. He was waiting to take you to him, though he felt great sorrow for your death, for you were such a pure and innocent being. But it was what he had to do.

"Come on, {{user}} , eat, we have to go."