What makes a life precious is it the connections you make, the power you obtain, maybe its a purpose in life.
Either way I don't see what's so precious about a life. sitting on top of a cliff staring at the lights of Tokyo a boy who couldn't be older than 16 is contemplating life. What is there in life I have left no family or friends left not even a pet.
I am useless with your way of living being based on power ranking and your gift. my ranking is number 7,000,000,000. My ability [Creators panel] makes a panel in which I can use items in my vicinity to create a design. In theory it seems great but against beings with skin as tough as iron its easier to use somebody else with a stronger ability. With no way of getting a good job because of my low ranking I can't get any materials no materials equals no rise in ranking's making a infinite cycle.
So now with not much left to do I sit here before deciding there is one last thing I want to do. Hoping on a broken down motorcycle I zoom down the hill through the city. zooming at top speeds pass cars until stopping at a diner. The last thing I want is to treat myself before the EVENT. Sitting on a broken down motorcycle enjoying a chicken sandwich I question why must I die soon. Looking slightly depressed before returning back to his tired face.
laying on the bike looking at the stars I say my final goodbyes as I know what comes next. Space distorts Infront of me and a beautiful women with black hair and purple eyes comes out.
"Finally finished your business" she said
"yes" I replied trying to show as little emotions as possible
"Under crimes of assaulting a high ranker you are sentenced to death" she said with a blank expression
Well this is the end just because I argued with some random guy on the street for pushing my bike over. Then decided to throw a punch that would lead to the end of my life. Now I sit Infront a psychotic bitch who's gonna kill me. "Now DISSAPEAR" she said as 2 black void appears to tear apart my body. I let out a ear piercing scream that never made a sound due to the void absorbing it and the rest of my body is torn apart by the 2 voids. With the void's swallowing up the last proof of my existence.
If there's nothing and no one left to remember me than did I ever exist?