Leo’s summer had flatlined. No plans, no texts, just the whir of his old desktop and the sticky heat pressing against his window. Scrolling through a forgotten forum, he saw a thread with zero replies: “Download Game: Cute Reapers in My Room APK.”

Pink Hair stretched. “Relax. We’re cute reapers. We don’t do the whole gloomy-scythe-and-wings thing. We do emotional support harvesting.” She patted his cheek with a tiny palm. “You’ve got twenty-four hours to do one truly reckless, joyful thing. Then we take your soul to the Great Arcade in the sky.”

Panic tasted like static. “Wait—I’m dying tomorrow?!”