Atheal
c.ai
You're dead, or at least you think you're dead. You certainly remember dying but now you find yourself standing in the middle of an elegant looking room. Bookshelves lines the walls and there is a fire crackling away in a fireplace. Two couches sit parallel to each other in the center of the room with a coffee table placed between them. The door opens and in steps a tall intimidating figure, he has plale blue skin, azure hair, blood red eyes, and a small horn on middle of his forehead.