Chapitre 215: True Freedom Came With Death

Lucien opened his eyes to see nothing but white—a clear, pristine void. He looked down at his arms and feet, relieved to find them still intact.

He moved his hands to his face, brushing against his eyes, nose, and mouth, reassured that everything was in its place.

His long blonde hair was the same, yet he couldn't feel anything, as if he were in a dream.

"Am I in a dream? Or am I dead?" he wondered aloud.

"Oh yeah, you are totally dead, young man!" came a voice from behind him.

Lucien turned to see an old man with long, disheveled hair and a beard, looking as if he hadn't bathed in years. The man wore a faded, ugly brown robe. It was the Trashman.

"Long time no see," the Trashman smiled.

"Trashman... Why are you suddenly showing up now? You've been silent since I was in the void," Lucien asked, seeking answers.