Cold...
And dark...
I feel like I'm floating.
How long have I been drifting here?
Time has lost all meaning.
There's only emptiness, silence… and those voices.
"What's going to happen to me?"
I've always been unlucky.
Nothing good ever happens to me.
Why am I unlucky, you ask?
Because of how I died.
And who would ever want a death like mine?
Aah, damn it!
Just remembering it pisses me off!
And these voices—
These damn whispers all around me—
SHUT UP ALREADY! DAMN IT!
Where am I?
Please...
Someone help me...
I don't want to die!
Please... just one more chance. I'm begging you.
But who am I begging?
Idiots...
Has anyone ever come back from death?
You think you'll be the exception?
No.
We're stuck here…
Forever.
This must be hell.
I'm tired.
I'm bored.
I'm losing it.
"Shut up, you stupid bastard!"
"Damn it! You pathetic wretches!"
There's no point in begging anymore.
Haven't you realized that by now?
---
Everything is growing colder.
Wait—
Wait, what's happening?
I don't want to disappear!
No! Let me go!
No! No, please!
I had a child…
Let me see them again, please...
Strange…
Why is it getting even colder?
I see now—
The pull…
It's getting stronger.
Wherever we're being dragged, it's about to consume us.
Is this truly the end?
---
The ground trembles.
A deafening hum echoes all around me.
Then—
A door appears.
Swirling with black and white.
It grows larger as it approaches—
Massive. Powerful.
I never imagined death would lead to something like this.
But at this point...
There's nothing I can do.
Let's see what fate has in store—
Boom.
What was that?
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Cracks begin to form before me.
Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. BOOOOOOM!
The fracture expands, glowing—
A vivid, blood-red light.
From within the crack, a voice calls out:
"My lord, we have new souls."
Yahuda begins to laugh under his breath.
"Finally... this is my luck."
"Told you—I'm cursed."