“Ah! Shit! Why the sudden heavy rain? This is just too much misfortune!”

Wearing only a hooded jacket can’t really stop the freezing feeling but still, it can give me a bit warm - though, this warm is still far from enough.

Soaking wet due to the heavy rain, I ran frantically all over for almost 15 minutes to find some shed but still couldn’t find it, so I give up and just run till my house.

After running for a while, I finally reached the district where my house was located. From here on, it will only be 3 minutes of running until reached home.

In the way, I saw some people walking while holding their umbrellas but among these people I suddenly noticed an odd fellow who is just standing beside the horse spring rider besides the entrance of the district playground, soaking wet.

She has blonde-hair, possibly around two or three years older than me.

She is a little more than 160 cm tall. She wasn't much different from a normal girl if it weren’t for her black clothes with the skull and “Death Gang” written on it.

Even though she is soaking wet you will notice that she was also quite lovely except the lonely but mysterious air surrounding her. People were just passing by at her as if they are ignoring her. It even made think of an absurd thought that maybe they can’t see her.

It even made think of an absurd thought that maybe they can’t see her.

What is she, a ghost?

Though no matter what she is, she reeks of trouble, better to stay away right now!

Shrugging my shoulders, I ignored the girl and continued on my way.

The raindrops struck the already wet sidewalk, pitting the surface like they were bullets from above.

As I was running, the cold icy rain pierced my wet skin causing me to shiver in cold.

I ran across a somewhat slippery path, filled with puddles and muds. My posture weakened by the weight of my soaked clothes.

The quality of darkness shifted in the sky but the rain kept pouring.

Then I stopped for a second. I am not a good man, that I admit.

… However, I’m also not the worst kind of guy who just let a girl shivered in this kind of cold night. Although I don’t know why she was just standing there, soaking went under the heavy rain, but as a man, could I actually ignore her and just go on with my life…?

What a hypocrite! I cursed myself before I turned around and started walking towards the drenched chick.

“Hey!”

Hearing my call, she slightly raised her head and looked at me, and for the first time, I saw her face up close.

She looked so beautiful, yet kind of scary.

She glared at me as if she was looking a criminal who murdered a 100 civilian.

“Who the fuck are you?” A cursed greeted me. she spoke with a bit shiver, surely she was feeling extremely cold.

“Ha?” I frowned. The look of admiration simply vanished in my face and was replaced with a sour and displeased look.

“Don’t tell me you’re hitting on me, virgin?”

I snapped.

“Are you stupid? Who the hell is in their right minds to try to hit on a foul mouthed girl like you! Ugly.” I retorted. Right now, I’m really regretting my decision.

Should have let her be!

“There is…” but she answered confidently.

“Who?”

“In front of me”

What the-!! This B##%^$&*)*&&^%#!!!

I screamed inside my mind!

However, I don’t know how to respond to that.

Maybe in the girl’s point of view, that’s what I'm trying to do... realizing this, I couldn’t answer back.

- However, that is so wrong! But even still, I don’t have any motivation to prove it.

“Anyway, I’m wearing a high-level armor called gentleman while possessing a passive skill called Ignore and so, your crude words don't do any kind of damage to me! Give it up!”

I said proudly while cutting the distance between us.

She looked at me aghast, clearly not understanding my words.

But since I have the high-level passive skill Ignore, I ignored her and took off my jacket and wrapped it around her body.

“I don’t have an umbrella but this can still warm you… though a bit.”

Shocked! The girl couldn’t do anything but stand and started on my beautiful, ah no, actually handsome face. Beautiful isn’t really suited for real men like me~

Regaining her consciousness she suddenly shouted. “What the fuck are you doing!?”

“Uwaaah so rude!” I was startled by her voice. This girl is really not cute.

As I was thinking of what to say, at this moment, the jinx once again appeared.

Ding!

[ Mission: With using only words, stop Dana from killing herself!

Reward: Culinary arts (Beginner)

Penalty: An intense headache for an entire day. ]

What?! Killing herself?

Don’t tell me this Dana is this girl in front of me?

And what do you mean by killing herself? No way…

But thinking about it now, her strange aura, actions, and this strange behavior… it seems like she really can do that…

Ah! Another problematic person!

Seriously, I shouldn’t have done this…

Anyway, since I was already here, might as well.

When I raised my face I noticed the girl was looking at me with a strange expression. It should be because I fell silent.

It should be because I fell silent.

I let out a sighed and looked at her directly.

“Do you think that committing suicide is what kills people?”

!!?

“No, it is not. Giving up is what kills people!” This is what Alucard from the anime Hellsing once said.

And I certainly agreed with him.

"If you already gave up then it only means one thing, Game Over! It means you lose in this game we called life!

If you can’t persevere and fight then aren’t you more inferior compared to a dead person who made contributions in life and was being remembered. Do you want to be inferior to a dead person?"

Hearing what I said, the girl’s eyes widened in shock. “You- You! How did--!”

But I didn’t give her a chance to speak as I continued. “It’s just like what you are now. Before you killed yourself, in my eyes you’re already dead. But is that really good?”

“… …”

“No, because what is most painful, was what happened after.” I muttered. I suddenly remembered the scene I had seen in my previous life. Smiling, I repeated what that doctor who was always called as eccentric and idiot but still live on honorably said, “When do you think people die? When they are shot through the heart by the bullet of a pistol? No.

When they are ravaged by an incurable disease? No.

When they drink a soup made from a poisonous mushroom!? No!

It’s when they are forgotten!”

?!!

“After you died from killing yourself, what you will only gain is infamy. After a few days, you will be then be forgotten. After a month, it would be a miracle if someone called your name.”

I looked at the girl who was looking at me with wide open eyes and gave a faint smile. “I don’t know what happened to you nor should I care. But, just think about it carefully. Was dying really the best choice?”

The girl’s expression turned complex.

“How, how did you know?! Who are you?!” The girl squeezed those words from her mouth. Whether it was rain or not, but I noticed water constantly dripping from her eyes which were slowly dyed in red.

Previously, she had appeared too calm or too distanced even though I was here in front of her I had felt like she was so far away, but now she had cried?

If she still managed to do this, then this meant she was moved!

But I didn’t continue talking as saying any more will be proven detrimental and I would be seen as someone who was acting highly.

Giving a faint smile, I looked at her frowning face. “Whatever you lose, you'll find it again. But what you throw away you'll never get it back, especially life. There were many dead people who wanted to live again but couldn't, don’t insult them and waste it.”

A smile appeared at the corner of my lips completely as if expressing my noble intentions.

After saying so, I turned around and ran toward a small crowd of people.

“Wai..!” I heard her voice behind me but I ignored it.

I already did what I could. I don’t have any obligation to do more.

I might looked like a hypocrite but, aren’t humans hypocrite in nature? Besides, it’s not like I like saving people I don’t know, if not for this god-forsaken system.

Troublesome things are troublesome… all of them are just pain to deal with.

I don’t like being a nosy person!

I only care for the people who are close to me.

Well, if she understands my words then it’s good. Then, if not, only headache is nothing…

Her life is not of my concern but… my life.

My mother would certainly put me in pan and fried me alive. Huh, really, it’s already past 6 and I even haven’t worn my bulletproof vest.

When I got home, I would surely be rain down by bullets!

Haaa, seriously, I’ll never hear the end of it!

… …