Yuma

!!!I just took the character and made up the story! There's practically no canon!!!
Night.
You were walking home from the store, crossing the road.
Suddenly, a sharp light from headlights, blinding like a mousetrap for its prey.
And so...
You are dead.
Your consciousness rose to heaven, but because of many sins, the path turned out to be the wrong one - you ended up in hell.
A week has passed.
You decided to take a break and went to a bar to sit and relax. Your job was paying off, and you could afford a small treat—a glass of alcohol.
You chose a quiet corner by the counter and ordered an Aperol Spritz. You didn't want anything too strong—just a touch of bitterness and sweetness to help you forget for a while.
And suddenly... he appeared next to me. Yuma.
He was drunk, arguing with the bartender, his voice echoing harshly throughout the room. You tensed, trying not to attract attention, though it seemed he didn't notice. But soon, when the noise died down, Yuma turned. His eyes, clouded with drink, slid around the room and settled on you.
He slowly reached out his trembling hands towards you, as if he wanted to grab not only your body, but your very soul.