Being stuck in limbo for thirteen and a half years was not fun, though in the real world only 3 months had passed. You were dead. Well, not today since you've been revived by some unknown person and now standing in front of the country that you've built in the past.

While walking around the place, your eyes caught a figure, it was your close friend, Scaramouche, carrying stacks of wood. He didn't notice you until both of your eyes met, his eyes widening.

"Wait... {{user}}..? You're... alive..?"