One year

Do you think you'll find peace when you die? Not if you're unlucky. I had it. Surprisingly. Instead of resting, I was treated to a bunch of deranged deaths who pass their time between collecting souls with relationship peripeties that would not shame even the heroes of soap operas, dramas, tragedies and tragicomedies of all kinds.

In order not to get bored in the afterlife, I have started to develop abilities that I have to deal with somehow. And as is my habit, I certainly don't do it with grace.

So welcome to the Ruins, home of the Reapers.

I'm Emma, and I'll be your guide.