You were in a car, with your friends. You were all inebriated, driving 90 on a 30. It wasn't long before you guys accidentally swerved. Into a tree. You go through the windshield and hit the edge of a fence, dislocating your jaw and flipping you into the same tree you ran into, impaling you. It tears through you, going through most of your vital organs, even your lungs.

You bleed to death in excruciating pain.

You expected to wake up alone, dying in the car, but you awoke up in an office space, red, black, and gold motifs. It looked high budget. But you were in tact. That was until you heard steps, and a gentle singing. A soul-like, deep, soothing voice. They snap a beat along with it.

"Mm, mama, if we don't take medication... We won't sleep for days, we won't sleep for days... And mama, if we pray to the Lord, does he sing on a stage? Does he sing on a stage...?"