Alice creased her brows. In order for her to 'convince' the Reaper, she needed to offer something that actually benefited him.
But the question was, what benefited a nihilistic skeleton who was entirely comfortable with just surrendering himself to the circumstances?
A Reaper who was sick of people chasing immortality...
Scratching her hair, Alice was at her wit's end.
She glanced up at the skeleton that had all but given up.
"When was the last time you tried?" she suddenly asked, confusing him.
"What?"
"When was the last time you tried to overturn your fate? You said that fate kept you in this godforsaken chair. But when was the last time you tried?" Alice asked again, clarifying her question.
The skeleton scratched his chin.
"Do you remember the last time you visited a certain inn? No? Well neither can I.
