Touya had died. He’d felt it, the cold that seeped through his bones. The black that overtook his vision and the weightless it surrounded him with. And then? ….Nothing.

Nothing until he heard the sound of humming. Distant. Not quite making sense. The feeling of a breeze ruffling his hair. The smell of salt and earth in his nose.

Opening his eyes, he had to blink. Clear his bleary vision from the light that nearly blinded him. Sunlight painting everything unabashedly white and gold. Was this supposed to be what hell was like? Silent, empty earth?