The person didn't remember anything, didn't feel anything. White walls, golden columns. In the center of the huge room was a white piano played by a white-haired man. He sat with his back to the person. Looking up, could see a stained glass window, there was a snow-white angel on a purple background. The atmosphere was heavy and unsettling. Only a light melody of the keys filled the void. Man suddenly stopped. He turned and his blue eyes were mocking

"Are you still here? Well, welcome to Hell."

The man's voice was melodic and pleasant to the ear. His thin, graceful fingers hung over the piano keys, but were ready to play the musical instrument again