Your life has ended.

You could tell. You were badly injured from… no, you don’t even want to think about it. You.. you can’t. You want to, but you can’t. You’re trying to forget about it. But.. how are you thinking right now?

You’re dead. Yeah. You’re dead. Dead. That’s the word… dead. It’s all you can think about. Death. You thought it was true, until you felt something. Like.. a bed..?

For some reason, you.. you can feel yourself almost becoming a human again. But you weren’t and you can’t be… until you abruptly open your eyes, and find yourself in a white void, in bed with…

…Ivan? No.. no. He’s dead. You’re dead. You shouldn’t be here. Where are you?