"I don't really remember my childhood.

"I can roughly remember that my first six years were spent with my parents before they died. The next ten was with my grandmother till she died. After a few years I ended up here.

"How did I end up in the big house? I killed a person, people actually, a total of a hundred and twenty six. All of them were from my middle school.

"Why? Bullying, of course. I didn't mind that they bullied me, but they bullied someone I really liked. I do not see myself as obsessive, but I do tend to act possessive of the things I like, people inclusive. The first death was actually a mistake and was written off as self defense by the jury, but which jury would believe you killed more than a hundred people because of self defense?

"Do I regret it? Of course not! Ok maybe I do somewhat regret the first one, but it wasn't my fault. I thought they'd lay low, but who knew they'd come back even worse than I left them. In all regards, they deserve their deaths. They chose to start it and I chose to finish it.

"Do I regret anything else? Maybe I regret not getting the death sentence during my first trial. He wouldn't have died before me if so. He died at twenty and I'll be executed at twenty seven. I'll make it up to him in the afterlife. Who is he? The person I love the most of course, although, he never liked me. I killed them for his sake but all I got was a punch and a long chain of curses.

"I kinda wish he was here. I'm sure he'd be laughing his ass off, because he's quite the sadist.

"But I'd like to ask, why such a primitive style? There were plenty options to choose from like the electrocution, firing squad, hanging, even the guillotine would be acceptable. You instead pushed aside all the above options and choose to behead me. I need to warn you though, I have a tough neck.

"Am I thankful for anything? I'm only thankful for him, no one else. I was allowed to see him in his final moments and attend his funeral. I'm not gonna say thank you if that's what you thought.

"How do I feel? Hmmm... Now that I'm actually about to face my death, I kinda feel empty. I've been wanting to die for a while now, but I'm not feeling that excitement like before. It all looks bleak.

"Hey! Can I just be executed already?! My mouth's already getting dry! Are these bastards deaf-"

Slash clunk

The sound of human flesh being sliced and the dull sound of the axe hitting the chopping block rang loud in the execution grounds.

Funny, his five senses were still operating fully, although, it was getting duller by the moment.

His head fell to the ground with a thud and his eyes closed on impulse. Memories flashed in his mind as he lost consciousness. They were blurry but clear at the same time. He heard the sounds concerning the memories but couldn't trace any of it. There was only one voice he could distinguish though.

"It tickles!!"

"I want ice cream!"

"I'm tired~"

"Stop acting stupid"

"I swear I'll deny you if you wear that"

"Haa~ Why are you like this?"

"That's easy!"

"I don't like the dark"

"I'm gonna become a lawyer!!"

"It's just a headache"

"It's just a few dizzy spells"

"I'm gonna leave the hospital soon"

"I feel sleepy"

"Why is everything so blurry?"

"Are you there?"

"I can't see, I'm scared"

"..."

That person was in almost every scene. He had a very pretty smile. He had a weak body naturally and the doctors did say he wasn't gonna live past eighteen. He lived an extra two years, exceeding expectations.

His skin was pale ever since, but as he lay on his death bed he already looked like a ghost.

'Why am I remembering this?'

He felt weird looking at the hospital room. There were so many tubes and drips connected to the small body on the bed. The bed seemed to swallow his little frame. He was quite small for a twenty year old youth.

At that time, the patient couldn't even open his own eyes.

Then the surroundings became dark. Nothing could be seen at all.

'Is this my punishment for neglecting my duties as your guardian?'

He felt like his eyes were closed, so he opened them, but the light that entered in put him in momentary blindness. He shut it back.

He opened his eyes but squinted this time around. He was on a bed in a very large and luxurious room. There was no way this was the afterlife.

He sat up but noticed something was off. Why was he short?!

His hands were tiny (not really) and pale. His eyes adjusted and he immediately got up and found out, he shrunk.

He was in a dress shirt that reached his ankles and long cuffs that covered his hands entirely. He scanned the room for the nearest mirror. It was large and lay in a pure silver frame.

Long red hair.

No... No... No... Nonononononoaaah...

'Why me?'

He raised the overgrown bangs to get a better view of the eyes behind and barely held back the curses.

His left eye looked like a black hole in a white galaxy bordered by a black ring. His right eye looked like an ever swirling silver mist had been sealed in a transparent orb and thrown into a white ocean.

"I-I see"

This might all be a joke used to welcome afterlife newbies. He took a deep breath and turned around, but the door to the room opened at the same time.

Due to shock, he couldn't rest on time and heard the sound of a tray fall to the ground with its terrible clatter. The maid who came in ran out as if she had seen a ghost.

The now little kid just chose to sit on the floor, it was clean.

After a few minutes he heard the sound of a lot of footsteps, almost like a stampede.

The half opened door was opened to its max as a lot of people came in.

He looked at the faces of all the intruders and a hiccup escaped from his lips. He wasn't afraid but it was an overwhelming number of guests. Two adults and sixteen under twenty one.

The intruders stood at the door as if frozen, until someone in the small crowd, a woman, came to him and picked him up.

"My little deathtrap is finally awake"

'Who the hell you talking to?!'