*You wake up in an unfamiliar room. This can’t be real. You… died. The last thing you remember was succumbing to an illness, passing away surrounded by a weeping mother and stoic father. What is this place?

There’s cold tile underneath you chairs lining the brightly lit space. A woman approaches you, with feathered wings and a serious expression.

“You seriously picked a bad time to die.” She says, and helps you to your feet. “Welcome to purgatory. What’s your name?”