Once upon a time, there was death.

Not a man, not a beast, rather something not in between, but something beyond comprehension. Formless, soulless, and yet, when it walks among mankind, it wears a face they can bear to see.

In a small, quiet village, which separated themselves from the world. There was a boy who was cheerful, loved by everyone, including his parents, his siblings, and the women he secretly love, who he wants to marry in the near future, and he had a dream.

He wants to be a grim.

A Grim is someone who fights monsters and saves lost souls. And they fight these monsters, called Grimjaws, are the soldiers of Death. When people or animals die, their souls sometimes get stuck in the human world. That's when Grimjaws show up, hunting these souls. Grims are the ones who protect them. They're heroes... but it's a dangerous job.

One evening while the boy was playing his video games, the mother who was talking with the father, said "he wants to be a grim" in a serious tone and was glancing towards the boys room.

The father frowned and looked at the boys' room. "He is only 14" while he was muttering, "He's just a kid, and i can't just let him leave us, because the job is very dangerous."

"You need to talk to him then," says the mother while giving a go signal while glancing towards the boys' room.

The father goes to the child and asks if he can talk to him, and he says, "This is a serious conversation which will affect your life, so take this very seriously."

The boy nodded while having this nervous face, so the dad asked the boy, "What do you want to be once you grow up?"

The boy, knowing how his dad hates him being an adventurer, responded and said, "Dad, I know you hate me being an adventurer, but I think I am destined to be an adventurer, fighting grimjaws and becoming the grim king"

While the boy had this high glimmering hope in his eyes, the father told the boy to follow him.

The father entered an unfamiliar room where the boy had never seen before while living in his house.

And the boy saw, and ruin room; a room with the door opening by itself, he was shocked and was glaring around with excitement, then the father said "This is th-" then there was a loud bang, as if there was bomb exploding up the stairs, the father and the boy rushed up the stairs and what they saw shocked them.

There was fire, everywhere, there were screams everywhere, as if there were souls being punished for their wrongdoing, BIG gate opened, with the door snatching black figures into its door.

The boy shocked in his place because he couldn't process what was happening then saw his head flying in front of him, then there was loud cry, "DAD, WAKE UP, PLEASE DAD" there was the dad, dead and he was the head who flew in front of the child.

Then he heard weird noise coming from temple, he was waiting for what's there to come and kill it, there it was, a grimjaw, A white entity, has a torso of a kangaroo, no facial structure, just nothing there, perfect circle shape face, it has long tail at it's back.

Suddenly, it's bellowing echoing through the whole place, the boy holding his ears suddenly felt this presence next to him, and his instinct screamed out, but before he could do anything, he was tossed like a piece of trash.

The boy is trying to catch up with his breathings, was suddenly tossed again before he even felt something, the boy in his last moments, saw a bright flash from above, there was a voice and there was a deafening carve, and the monster shouted deafening shout in it's last moments then...

The boy passed out.

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Chapter 2: The Chains That Bind

The boy opened his eyes. He was still in his ruined home—or so it seemed. The burnt walls, the scorched floor—it was all there. But something was wrong.

He wasn't standing or lying down. He was floating, weightless, above the ground.

Looking down, he froze.

Chains stretched from his chest, glowing faintly, and snaked downward to connect with something—his body.

It lay there, crumpled and lifeless on the floor.

"What... what is this?" he whispered. Reaching out, he touched the chains. They were cold, almost alive, pulsing faintly under his fingers.

"You've left your body," a voice said behind him.

He spun—or tried to, though floating, made it awkward—and saw a figure.

It was tall and cloaked in black, with a smooth, glowing mask where its face should have been. A long scythe rested against its shoulder, its blade sharp and glinting in the dim light.

"You've broken the balance," the figure said.

The boy stared, confused and scared. "Who... who are you?"

"I am a Grim," the figure replied. It floated closer, its presence heavy despite its weightless movement. "And you are out of place."

The boy looked at the chains, connecting him to his body. "What do you mean? Why am I floating? Why is my body down there?"

The Grim studied him. "You are a soul. Souls are not bound by gravity as humans are. You are still in the human world, but you are no longer part of it—not entirely. Those chains tether you to your body. Without them, you are nothing but a lost soul."

The boy's head swirled with questions. "How... how did this happen?"

"Fear," the Grim said. "Fear and desperation forced your soul to leave your body. But now, you are in danger. The chains that connect you to your body act as a beacon. The Grimjaws will sense them. And they will come."

The boy froze. He remembered the fire, the screams, and the white, faceless monster. "What about my body? Can't I just go back?"

The Grim shook its head. "Your body is unconscious. Vulnerable. If the Grimjaw finds it before you return, it will use your body to lure your soul. And if it devours you..."

The Grim didn't need to finish the sentence.

The boy felt panic rise in his chest. "What do I do?"

"You come with me," the Grim said. "I will take you to the Grim World. There, you will learn what you need to survive."

The Grim World

The boy followed the Grim as it floated ahead, his chains pulling him forward. They passed through a shimmering veil in the air, and the world shifted.

The Grim World stretched out before him. It looked like the human world but felt eerily different. The sky was dark, yet the sun hung high, its light cold and distant.

And then there was the moon.

It loomed low in the sky, massive and unnerving, its surface carved into a face. Hollow eyes stared down at the land, and its wide, jagged mouth seemed to grin.

"What is this place?" the boy asked.

"The Grim World," the Grim replied. "The land of the dead. The sun watches over life, silent and indifferent. The moon watches over death. It sees everything—every soul taken, every crime committed. It calculates and records, feeding the information into the system. That is where we come in."

"We?"

The Grim turned to him. "The Grims. We don't only hunt Grimjaws. We hunt those who disrupt the balance—criminals, hunters, and anyone who takes life unjustly. The moon identifies them, and we carry out judgment."

The boy swallowed hard.

They floated deeper into the Grim World, where spirits drifted through cobblestone streets. Some glowed brightly, and others flickered faintly, all of them connected to chains that stretched into the distance.

"The Grim World is governed by the 7 Deadly Sins," the Grim said. "Seven captains, each responsible for a different aspect of maintaining balance. Above them is the Arbiter, the one who oversees it all."

The boy's eyes widened. "The 7 Deadly Sins?"

"Yes. Pride, Wrath, Envy, Sloth, Greed, Lust, and Gluttony. They command the Grims and manage everything from soul recovery to punishing those who break the laws of the dead."

The boy couldn't comprehend the weight of it all. This place, these beings—it was all too much.

The Return

The Grim finally stopped and turned to him. "Your time is running out. You must return to your body before it wakes. If you fail, the Grimjaw will find you, and you will lose everything."

The boy nodded nervously, his chains tightening as they began to pull him backward. The Grim raised its scythe, and the world around him blurred.

When he opened his eyes, he was lying on the floor of his home. Smoke filled the air, and faint screams echoed in the distance.

For a moment, he thought everything was back to normal.

Then he saw it.

The Grimjaw stood over his body, its white, faceless head tilting curiously. It let out a low growl, and the boy's blood ran cold.

"Run," the Grim's voice echoed in his mind.

And so, he ran.