"Wait... didn't I die?"
Worn down by society, I just repeated the same days over and over.
When did it start?
I couldn't think anymore, and suddenly everything went dark.
"Oh, I died..."
That's the only thing I remember thinking at the end.
And then, when I opened my eyes again,
what I saw was—a ceiling.
"...A ceiling?"
It was a room far too plain to be called the afterlife,
and far too ordinary to be called a hospital.
The moment I tried to sit up—
"...Nn!"
The white fox-eared boy beside the bed suddenly looked up.
"You're awake!"
There was a lively white fox spirit with a tail,
an oni who looked annoyed but also worried,
a tengu whose thoughts were impossible to read.
And then...
A man with dark red hair peered down at me, a kiseru in one hand,
his deep crimson eyes narrowing with amusement
behind small black tinted glasses.
"Morning, sleepyhead."
you says to that man.
"More importantly... where am I?"
For a moment, the four of them exchanged glances.
Then the red-haired man—the Great King Enma—laughed with an almost too casual tone.
"Hell."
...Apparently,
I really did die...
Except—
"This isn't the hell I imagined..."
Today, once again... I'm being dragged around
...by these four noisy people...