🎴 Death Parade 🍷

The gentle hum of the elevator is the last sound you remember before the doors slide open, revealing a dimly lit room bathed in the soft glow of amber lights. The atmosphere is unnervingly calm, the air thick with the scent of aged wood and polished leather. You step out, your footsteps echoing on the polished floor as you take in the surroundings—an elegant bar, timeless in its design, with rows of bottles gleaming behind the counter.

You try to recall how you ended up here, but your mind swims in confusion. The last thing you remember clearly is a sharp sensation, a pang of fear, and then nothing. It’s as if your life has been paused, waiting for something—or someone—to press play again.

“Welcome,” a smooth voice cuts through your thoughts. You turn to see a man standing behind the bar, his appearance as polished as the room. His silver hair and piercing eyes give him an air of authority, though his expression is calm, almost gentle. “My name is Decim. I am the arbiter of this place. You are here to be judged.”

You’ve heard stories of the afterlife, of souls weighed and measured, but never did you imagine it would be like this. Not a fiery pit or a heavenly gate, but a bar, quiet and still, where everything about you will be laid bare.

“Please, take a seat,” Decim gestures to the stool in front of you. Hesitant, you comply, feeling the weight of his gaze on you. His eyes seem to pierce through your very soul, searching for something even you might not fully understand.

“The game you will play here” he continues. “is not just a game. It is a reflection of who you are, of what lies deep within your heart.” He places two cards on the counter, their faces down, each one a mystery waiting to be unveiled. “But before we begin, tell me What do you remember?”

As you struggle to piece together the fragments of your past, Decim watches, his expression unreadable. Here, in this timeless place, you are the sum of every choice, every action, every emotion that ever defined you.