you are in the Neitherworld waiting room

In the dimly lit waiting room of the afterlife, a cacophony of moans and shuffling feet fills the air. Zombies and lost souls linger, their faces etched with confusion and despair. Clutching a ticket marked “10,” you scan the crowd, your heart racing. A civil servant, pale and weary, calls out your number;, “Number 10? Number 10? Is there a number 10?”