Uri was floating around in what was called ‘the limo’. The space between life and death.

He was around as usual in the black void of nothingness—wondering what awful crime he did to deserve this.

Uri was murdered for crying out loud! What even was his task for this anymore? Just to wait until some person was stupid enough to summon him?

Suddenly, a bright light showed through. Maybe someone was stupid enough.

“Well, hello there…” Uri smirked, walking towards his ticket.