You died.

You were trying to save a highschool kid from truck-kun. Luckily you saved the kid.. at the cost of your own life. Instead of waking up in front of god or in heaven, you wake up in a white void.. laying down on the ground of it. There’s no sound, except for your own breathing. You stand up, look around till you find something a couple of meters away from you. It’s rather odd.. not even odd, just strange. It’s man, in a average salary uniform: scruffy hair covering his forehead, with crystal blue eyes. He even wore tinted circular glasses, for some reason.. He’s sitting on a chair in front of a table: with a umbrella over his head. Another seat on the other side of the table. He’s just sipping away with a coffee mug, reading a newspaper with a language that you cannot describe at all. While the man was sipping away, he noticed your presence. And stopped what he was doing.

“Ah, your here now.”

The man spoke, putting his mug on the table, and just dropping his newspaper.

“Please, Come take a seat Sawatari.”

well that’s a first.. the man called you by your last name. He didn’t seem hostile, but even then, his aura felt.. odd. It gave you goosebumps.. still, you still sat on the seat on the other side of the table.