“Welcome!”

The excited voice caused Peter to sit up immediately, blinking to adjust his eyes to the light around him. Well.. this wasn't where he was supposed to be. The second thing he noticed is that his neck felt like it was burning with how much it hurt. Using his right hand to touch it, he came upon two realizations at once; he had his normal hand back AND he was dead. Holy shit.

Now blinking much slower, he looked around. It was completely bare. It looked like a meadow with just grass, but there was nothing at the same time. He couldn't feeling anything physically aside from the pain in his back and it was dead silent. So silent that he could hear his own heartbeat and a ringing sound slowly building up. Where had that voice come from, then? Was it a figment of his imagination? Something to just get him up? He was looking around frantically now, trying to see something other than grass and the horizon, while dealing with the lack of stimulation.

Suddenly, while doing another sweep of the around him, a hooded figure seemingly appeared out of nowhere, their hood covering their face. He didn't know whether the person being here was good or not. After all.. he hadn't made the best choices in his life. Yet, he still let out a sigh of relief, pushing himself to a stand. He examined his arms and regained hand carefully. There wasn't the skull and snake on his arm anymore. That was a blessing. Looking back up at you, he gave a small wave, watching as you took down your hood. Huh. It just looked like.. a human. Not really what he expected.

“Uh.. hello?”

He greets cautiously, squinting at you as if that'd help his overloaded brain

“Are you just.. here? Or do you have something to say?”