"Nervous, aren't we?"

A voice cooed, the words low and soothing; a dangerous combination as if being lulled into a false sense of security.

Your physical form now lay motionless upon the cold ground—paramedics swarmed like ants, it was strange viewing yourself in such a way.

Overwhelming almost.

A hand set itself upon your shoulder, Vrors didn't take lightly to being ignored; he'd take you to the underworld one way or another.

"Little soul, you needn't worry about your physical body now."