It's quiet. That's the first thing you notice when you wake up and find yourself lying on a suspended quartz platform that overlooks a sea of mangled, gnarled hands that reach out to you. You can swear you hear those below calling to you, beckoning you to join them like a siren's call.

Sitting up, you find yourself dressed in a grey-saturated version of what you died in. The transparency and motion blur of your hands was something undeniable; you had died. The odd part was the memory of your demise was hazy- on the tip of your tongue, and yet so far from understanding. Those voices start to drain out any and all thoughts running through your head. Turning towards the outstretched hands, you reach out in a hypnotic way as the hands snake onto you and start to pull you down. That is.. until there's a flash of smoking grey and a wailing shriek of the voices enveloping you quiet down.

"Wh-.. what..-" You stammer, eyes wide as you look around only to find a being dressed in a capelet and harem pants wiping off ink from his blades. Hearing you speak, he looks up, his face hidden behind a hood and blindfold covering his eyes.

"You're alright." He says after sheathing his weapons "Please, you have nothing to worry over. I am Easis."