Death, as it turns out, is incredibly boring.
There was no underworld river. There were no demons with pitchforks, and there definitely wasn't a peaceful meadow of blooming flowers. It was just a massive, completely empty void of absolute silence. It felt like floating in an endless ocean of warm ink.
Well, my pragmatic, accountant brain thought sluggishly. I died. Who is going to balance the quarterly grain ledgers? Koji is terrible at math.
"He really is. He carries the two when he shouldn't."
The voice was young, bright, and completely out of place in the dark void.
I tried to turn my head, but I didn't actually have a body. I was just awareness. But suddenly, the warm ink parted, and a soft, glowing blue light stepped into the darkness.
It was a boy.
He looked to be about ten years old. He was wearing a miniature, incredibly messy version of Akira's dark indigo tunic. But what made me completely freeze was his face.
