Chapitre 17: Chapter 17 Death Is Just The Beginning

"Damn. God really must have spent some extra time handcrafting this face," a quiet male whisper was heard echoing through my mind. "He leaves even us looking like shadows," the same voice added.

I jumped up, eyes snapping open as two loud, surprised squeals were heard and the figures of two people leaping away from my current sitting position was seen by my disoriented self. I was in a completely white room, no door or window in sight. I myself looked so out of place, being dressed in a black shirt and pants.

"Where am I?" I asked gruffly.

"Wow. Even his voice is unfairly beautiful," I turned to look at the source of all the compliments and blinked, taken aback by the unusual sight.