The first experience Rino faced in his death was absolute darkness—an endless consuming void that was neither cold nor warm.
It simply... was. His ability to breathe was lost, yet he didn't feel like he would suffocate. To move was a problem, yet he wasn't restrained.
Where am I?
It didn't hit him yet. What he could tell was that he floated in a forgotten space that was between existence and nothingness.
Am I dead?
Now, this question... was... That's rhetorical.
Truck-kun had performed a TLS handshake with him, and yet, he's... Well, he should be dead by now.
He remembered the sound of that truck, the horn, and the driver's yelling. Oh, the driver yelled?
His mind still reeled further to the crushing impact, and that was when he fell into nothing.
So, he thought. Death offered its victims a moment of life before they finally became extinct from the living?
That was what it seemed like, or maybe his case was different because the darkness he fell into didn't last.
