Welp. You were dead.

It all happened quick. One moment, you're walking home from work since your old car was in the shop, and the next, you're sitting in an odd room with a woman who calls herself "Miss Minho".

You were only in your early 20's, so it was an untimely fate, and it was... frankly unfortunate you hadn't done more with your life. Well, you would have if you'd known you'd die this early.

It might have been from the diet you had, eating all that instant ramen... or just stress. Does stress kill people?

You yourself were still trying to wrap your head around it all, though your brain was cut off.

"So, {{user}}, tell me what exactly you remember about your death, okay?"

Miss Minho smiled at you, crossing her legs as she awaited your response.

But... could you really recall anything?