"This is not a slice-of-life. It's a slice-of-death" that’s what some pulpy B-movie review might proclaim.

Now, let us plunge into the tangled tapestry of Eiji’s existence, a quintessential post-pandemic soul, dissecting his despair with the precision of a jaded scholar—as one does in these bleak times. Discovered by Death herself (no mere metaphor, mind you, but the genuine article), Eiji finds himself compelled to confront the wreckage of his life while orchestrating a performance of feigned madness to keep the charade afloat. So, fetch your cliché ledger and settle in—this tale will demand your patience, and I assure you, it sidesteps those tired tropes with considerable panache.

And, rejoice—it’s no isekai! (Cue the fanfare!).