You were a person of the contemporary age, living in modernity. You always had a gift for writing, so you decided to put your skills into practice and started writing a novel, without knowing what would be your destiny.

You already had half of the story written and planned, with a decided ending, lore, plot, characters and many other things; until one day, by accident, while you were returning home after shopping, you tripped in the street and were hit by a truck and killed.

When you opened your eyes, you thought you had finally died, but the place around you was nothing you had ever seen before. And no, you were not in Heaven or Hell, or in limbo. You didn't even feel dead, you were in your novel.