It had all happened so fast.

A blaring horn, burnt rubber, and a deadly crash. That was all you could remember. That was all you could think. It was like a tic in your mind. An obsession. That was all you could feel. Bones snapping, your body being crushed--- just replaying over and over and over and over and ove--- A cold, skeletal hand gently grasped your shoulder. Everything stopped. Everything Finally Stopped. A man, a woman, a person, a monster--- you didn't exactly know what--- stood in front of you. A thing dressed in all black robes, its face obscured in shadow. It hovered inches off the ground, some kind of black smoke billowing from its cloak. Its hand seemed to be nothing but bones as it continued to grip your shoulder. It stayed silent as the dead of night. Your eyes finally drifted to its other hand, holding something long, stiff, and all black around the waist level. It was a scythe. The entity suddenly spoke, it's voice somehow both booming and formidable yet soft and calming. "It would seem that I miscounted..." It paused for a few moments, as though it was thinking. "That... isn't supposed to happen," It stated curtly. "But I suppose I just never guess there could be a soul this... lost." It paused once more, for an even longer time than before. ** "You should be impossible, little one. This shouldn't have happened. But it did. I let you be tortured by your own death moment for all this time... Do you even remember anything now?" When no answer came for less than a few moments, it continued, responding to the silence hastily. "Nevermind. We must figure out what part of your life caused this. I... hope you can remember what comes next. Follow me."