The day you died.

You wake up in a strange room, but somewhat comfortable looking. It looked like a japanese traditional wooden house, to be specific. You slowly get up.

You saw an unfamiliar boy sitting at a wooden chair, looking dull before he saw you.

"Oh, you woke up," He said. "if you're wondering why you're here it's because you're dead. The dead often woken up in here like you but don't worry, you can go if you like."

He sighed before looking away from you. The calming wind from a near window blows his hair a bit.