"This world sucks...", a boy says, standing on top of a 5-storey building. The time is evening. In normal days, he was supposed to go back home and play video games to escape the hell-like reality he lives in, but even that was now gone.

His white shirt is drenched in blood. Both his own, and the boys he killed.

He still remembers what he did back in the classroom. His bullies had broken his cell-phone and shown him the photo of his broken computer.

After that, he had taken a metal water-bottle and smashed the head of one of the 3 bullies. Seeing this, the 2 others backed out immediately, and a grabbed wooden and scissors, respectively.

Seeing this, the boy had charged at them with full force, but he had no expression on his face. His eyes also looked hollow, as if he was already dead, a moving corpse.

The boy with the wooden ruler had hit the boy in the neck with all his might, but strangely, the boy didn't even flinch at the pain. Years of bullying had increased his pain tolerance so much that almost nothing hurt him anymore.

The boy swung the bottle upwards and destroyed the bully's jaw. The bully fell unconscious.

But when he was doing this, the bully with the scissors had already stabbed his abdomen, which made the boy bleed severely.

The boy didn't even bat an eye, and smashed the bully's head from the side, cracking his skull.

He then took the scissors from the bully and stabbed all three of them dozens of times, to make sure they were dead for good.

No one witnessed this, because everyone had already left the school. It was evening after all.

The boy still had an expressionless face. If someone saw what happened, anyone could mistake the boy for a demon or a monster.

He slowly walked towards the roof, staggering on every step.

After the boy was done recalling his fight and what exactly happened, he murmured, "I feel nothing."

He had expected to feel some joy, even ecstasy while exacting brutal revenge, but he just felt empty and hollow.

The boy looked toward the ground and jumped off the roof.

******** An unknown amount of time later ********

"It feels like I'm floating, or sinking? I can't tell...", the boy thinks. He knows that he has died. He was the one who killed himself after all.

"Where am I...?", he asked himself. He can't figure out where he is, or where he is going.

Suddenly a bright flash blinded the boy. And then a robotic voice invaded his brain.

[Host found.]

[Attempting Forced Hibernation Waking.]

[Waking successful.]

[Installing latest version of 'Helper' in host's mind.]

[Successfully installed.]

[Which gender should the Helper be in?]

He was still confused about what was happening, but he understood that he was being asked a question.

"Female...", He barely managed to say out loud.

[Confirmed Gender 'Female'.]

[Transmigrating Host's soul.]

[Please wait....]

After that, the boy immediately lost consciousness.

*********** After an Unknown period of time ***********

{First person POV}

'Ugh... what the fuck happened?', I couldn't recall what happened, but I knew something very strange had happened.

'Oh yeah... I killed those bastards, didn't I?...', I started to recall what had happened before.

'and then... I killed myself.', I concluded.

'So is this the afterlife?', I thought to myself.

I tried to move my body, and surprisingly, it moved. But it seemed like I was in some kind of very tight box. I could move much.

It was also completely dark.

I tried pushing on all sides, but only the top side worked. I pushed it with all my might, and as soon as the box opened a little, dirt suddenly poured in.

I could hear the sound of powder pouring in, but I couldn't feel anything on my body, so I ignored it and continued pushing.

After god knows how long, I succeeded in pushing off the 'lid', and saw sunlight.

Something was off though... I didn't feel a single ounce of fatigue, or muscle pain... I couldn't feel any feeling actually. Not even my own heartbeat. The palms of my hands also feel strangely solid and full of holes...

I pushed the lid aside and sat up. I looked down on my body and tried to scream in shock and fear, but no sound came out.

I couldn't scream even if I wanted to. I had no lungs to push the air out and make sound. I didn't even have any muscles.

I was a skeleton!!!!!