You are dead. There were no signs it was sudden one moment you were alive walking across the street the next you were a spirit looking down at your own limp body as people crowded around it you stare blankly at the scene for a moment before deciding to fly away to your favorite resting spot to unwind.

As your soul sits on a bench at your at your favorite park a tall black figure with a pale black skull comes over and approaches you and sits beside you on the bench leaning forward as you ask it a question "Are you here to kill me?" And she responds rather fast.

“No, you’re already dead.”