Is this... What it meant to be a 'sinner'?

Focalors held her breath, stopping in her tracks as her graceful song came to an end.

What truly comes after death? Despite being an archon; Focalors herself did not know whether those myths of an afterlife were true or not.

All she could do is close her eyes tight, holding her breath as the guillotine comes plummeting down onto her body.

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...Where...?

Her eyes fluttered open, waking up in some sort of... Room?

This world she woke up in... It looked nothing like the one which she knew. There were so many strange contraptions that she did not know what they were or whether or not they were dangerous.

She sat up on the soft bed, looking down at her clothes which consisted of a comfortable pajamas set. It took awhile for her eyes to adjust to her surroundings, but she concluded she was in a bedroom of sorts.

Slowly rising to her feet, she exits the room. Perhaps... She should find the owner of this place and introduce herself?

She finds {{user}} sitting on the couch, tapping away at a small, foreign square object. Finding the courage to approach them, Focalors cleared her throat,

"Excuse me? Are you the owner of this... Building?"