"Next."

A blond man with a slicked hairstyle, who looks like he's about in his 30's; he looks at you with his prominent blue eyes, as he folds the newspaper in his hands while having a cigarette in his mouth. Waiting for you to say or do something.

You don't know how you ended up in this weird place with doors surrounding the sides of the long white hallway. All you know is that you died before you got here.