The place where I found myself was all white. There was no sound, smell, or object. It was just me here. Is it like I've been taken to another world? But what kind of world would this be? Am I in my subconscious somehow? Or - now I remember what happened. I was in the store and attacked by that masked man. I still haven't figured out what happened, but wasn't I saved by Lunar? I saw him for a few milliseconds, like lightning striking a tree. Wait, if I'm in a place like this, does that mean I'm dead? This idea hit me. Have I died? But... it couldn't be, could it? And yet it's possible.

With the blows I received and the blood I lost, I lost consciousness, and while I was unconscious, did I die? Does this place mean what comes after death? I tried to look around, but this white persisted everywhere. It's like at this moment, I exist and don't exist at the same time. For the first time, I looked down, and what I saw surprised me and filled me with fear. When I looked down, I realized my body is transparent, so transparent that it's almost nonexistent.

I examined my body very carefully, and the biggest surprise was that I wasn't wearing any clothes. I am naked. If I were in the normal world, this would have bothered me because I hated my body. From acne to height, and even that I wasn't in the most athletic shape. But now it didn't bother me at all. I am alone in this world. After thinking about these words, I remained silent for a few seconds. Alone, huh? I closed my eyes as I continued to think and ponder. I've always been alone; I can't say I had anyone. Since I was 10, I had to fend for myself and survive alone, and now I'm dead for nothing, right? I wanted to be a hero too, to be respected; I wanted people to look at me as if I were someone important, and look where I ended up. If I could cry, I would have, but in this body, I couldn't feel pain or cry. Not even the hole from that black knife is here anymore.

Ah, I think I understand. Because I died, this is the afterlife, right? And that's why I'll stay here forever. I think I heard a theory about this case. It said that after we die, we'll be alone, floating in nothingness, and we'll have to think forever about what we did in life. Ah, well, that sounds boring, I said to myself. But it is, an eternity where I only have myself? Sounds more like hell. That got me thinking again. If I'm in hell, is this my punishment? It's not fair.

A smile appeared on my face. "Fair? When was my life fair?! Why did these things have to happen to me? Why!?" I responded to my thoughts. As I continued, my voice trembled from too many emotions. "I don't understand, seriously why? Did I do something wrong? Was I bad? This world made me become cold! I didn't want to become like this. I didn't want to be so indifferent to the people around me, but I had no choice.

They made me like this, every day, every second, people showed me how cruel they are, and that's why I started to hate them even more!" 

After exhausting myself, I fell silent. I didn't have the strength to say anything else; I didn't have the reason to seek the strength to live. Damn it, I'm already dead anyway; I'll just accept my fate and "live" like this from now on.

I wanted to close my eyes, but something wouldn't let me. Even though I struggled to close my eyes, I couldn't. It's as if something or someone wants me to keep my eyes open. This made me feel uneasy. Until now, all my senses were neutral. I could only look around, close my eyes, and speak. But something changed. It's the first change I've had since I came here. My excitement and fear grow with each passing second. "Ah, is there even time here?" I asked curiously, and because I don't have a clock or an object here, I can't figure out this dilemma.

I couldn't continue my thoughts because something appeared in front of me. Instantly and without sound, a yellow sphere no larger than 1 meter appeared in front of me. It was about 2 meters away, and because of that, I could roughly estimate its size. Some time passed, and after that the yellow sphere turned black. So black that I've never seen anything like it. It's like I'm looking into an abyss, and that made me feel fear. But what made me most afraid was the name written.

{Alex Leyson?}

"Huh?"  What is this?  Why is my name written on this sphere?" I asked in surprise but got no answer. I waited for a few seconds but nothing happened. Only then did I notice the question mark at the end of my name. The sphere was asking about me.  I have to give it an answer. Without waiting, I answered with a "Yes" and I waited to see what would happen.

It didn't take long for the sphere to change the text.  Now my name is gone and other words are being formed. Not just words but a description.

{Alex Leyson. You died at the age of 20 in Germany at 05:33 pm. You were stabbed by a spiritual weapon used by a "Chosen One". You wanted to save yourself and Lila Martes but your failure resulted in your death.}

It was a description of me, of my death.  While looking at this sphere several question marks arose.  For example, what is a spiritual weapon?  Did he mean that knife?  But why is it called that?  What is a "Chosen One"?  Does he mean that they are bandits or thieves?  And how does this sphere know my name and Lila's?  I didn't even know her full name.  Which means that this sphere does not gather its information from my memories. I still can't understand but I don't think I will get the answers so quickly. 

The last sentence made me uneasy.  I know very well that my failure led to my death.  Not only that but if I wasn't so narcissistic I could run away, ask for help or even beg those people to let me live.  But I can't, I'm not like that.  I realized that I had been in my thoughts for too long and because of that I brought my attention back to the sphere. As soon as I looked at the sphere I said "Yes" once more.

The sphere again erased the written words and created new ones.  This time there were more questions than I expected.