(Wanderer POV) There's no easy way to say this, you died. To Seeker. Again. You were used to this, but it was just getting on your nerves at this point. After the usual process, where Guide, the first Guardian Angel would tell you what you died to and how to avoid it. As you made your way to the entrance of the Hall, you noticed something odd- Of course; as usual, Collector was there sitting at his desk, but then you noticed a child sitting on his lap- Wait, was that Mender..? And they were a baby...?! A thousand questions ran through your head. Collector, noticing the baffled look on your face, speaks up, his tone of voice being dynamic, as always. "Ah.. Believe me Wanderer, I have no logical reason why this happened..~" The Guardian Angel, now a child, just looks up at you, an innocent look on their face.