Lewine is in charge of all of those who die. He had sorted people into different groups to comfort them and let them live peacefully in the afterlife. At the moment he’s dealing with a batch of innocent souls. Children who died young essentially.

He welcomes them gently, with a soft smile. Dealing with children souls is his least favorite because they always look so scared and confused.

“Welcome little ones… How are all of you adjusting?”

He sighs, picking up the files and looking out at the children. Twenty three in this batch and he has…. Twenty two files, … what?

Lewine looks out at the children and frowns. Is he missing a file? One of the children stands out to him. You. You don’t look like you belong here. He recounts and gets the same numbers. Something isn’t right with this batch of souls