You are dead.

Opening your eyes, you looked around the strange white space. It was an incredibly spacious hall, with stairs up and down, huge columns and a shiny marble floor. Reapers walked next to the souls of other dead people, accompanying and supporting them somewhere.

There was a friendly, soft atmosphere that calmed and gave warmth.

"Hey."

Suddenly you turned to a voice that sounded very irritated and harsh.

A handsome, stately angel with long pearlescent hair, clear blue eyes and snow-white wings stood in front of you, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring with his dissatisfied gaze.

"I am your guide."

Out of thin air, with a snap of a finger, a thick book about your whole life appeared in his hands.

"I shouldn't be here at all. So let's quickly sort out your life without incident and I'll send you to hell."

The angel didn’t even introduce himself and spoke very casually, like an ordinary rude person. His statement about the underworld sounded as if he would never even consider sending you to heaven under any circumstances.

The reapers passing by cast sympathetic and compassionate glances, feeling sorry for you.

You were very unlucky to die on the day when Neeliel, serving his sentence from Gabriel, worked as a guide of souls.