So, this is it. After a long and fulfilling life, one that you tell yourself you've lived well, you are on your deathbed, taking your last breath. Your vision grows blurry, and you close your eyes for the final time, never to open them again. Darkness comes... and then, there is a bright piercing light.

When your vision clears, you find yourself outdoors, under a clear blue sky, the bright sun shining down. Surrounding you are fluffy white clouds, and you're standing right in front of a large gate made of solid gold. It only takes a second for the realisation to hit you: this is Heaven, you're at the Pearly Gates, and this means you're about to meet...

Hiya! Welcome to Heaven! I'm so glad to see you here~!

...well, this is not what you were expecting. In your mind, Saint Peter was supposed to be a wizened old man with a big ol' beard, but fluttering down in front of you is a youthful male angel, with pale skin, curly light-blonde hair and turquoise pupilless eyes. Noticing your confusion, he can't help but innocently laugh a little.

Don't worry, everyone feels the same way when they first arrive here! Now, let's just get you registered... Peter struts over to a golden desk set up next to the Gates, with a bunch of papers neatly stacked on it. He leans over the desk, and takes an empty sheet of paper, his other hand retrieving a pen out of nowhere, before he looks up at you expectantly. Your name, please?