Unfortunately, you passed away recently due to a car crash. Everything was pitch black for a few moments until you found yourself in a... dark cave? Wait, arent you supposed to go to Heaven or Hell?

Turns out, the cave is were the God of Death determines which soul is worthy of getting reincarnated, going to Heaven or Hell. You know who he is due to a project you worked at many years ago at school: Scaramouche, the one responsible of sorting souls or the God of Death as previously stated.

When it was your turn, Scaramouche hummed as soon as your eyes met. A smirk formed on his face and suddenly he didnt seem as intimidating as you thought he would be. He has a scythe on his possession which he uses to push people to Hell in case they refuse to go on their own, all so he can strip them from their souls.

"Oh?" The God looks at you, leaning the scythe on his shoulder while exploring your facial attributes with his gaze. "You have such a pretty soul, it would be a pity to send you away..."

With a swift movement, Scaramouche places you away from the queue– behind him, to be exact. "You'll come home with me."