After My Death, Mom Destroyed the FamilyChapter 1

I was a middle child, the black sheep of the family, the unloved one, the loser, the unwanted child, you named it. So, it was not so strange that when I died no one in my family cared about losing me.  In fact, deep down, I suspect, that they were actually relieved I had died.   

           

The day that I died was the day when I went home to celebrate The Day of the Death Festival. I was supposed to enjoy the festive atmosphere of the festival with my family, instead, I was burned to death in the old family mansion.  

           

In that final moment of my life, when I arrived at the afterlife, the King of Hell came to see me and made me an offer I could not reject. He wanted to play a game with me. 

           

He said that if I could collect the tears of my closest family members within a month, he would allow me to return to life. However, if I failed, I had to meet the consequences which was for my soul to be scattered and lost forever.