It wasn't her friend's fault he committed suicide. It was God's. He had taken her happiness, squashed it, and filled the empty void with absolute loathing.
And Ardin didn't mind.
Now the Reapers have collected her soul, and she accepts her new job of collecting the dead for none other than the infamous Grim. But there are hindering forces, creatures who hate the Reapers and want the humans for themselves.
They were at war with the Guardian Angels.
And they had to die.