Irene’s POV
Light! Yes, there is light. Am I dead already? Is this what heaven looks like? The last thing I can remember is that I was falling deeper into that mud trap in the middle of the forest. I can remember flashes of my life from young until I grew up, situations that were important for me. I realized how my life was summarized upon seeing those things, as if watching my own life from another person’s perspective.
“She’s awake!” a voice sounded.
I frowned. Who’s awake? Why am I hearing a man’s voice? Is this the voice of an angel?
“Sir, he’s awake!” the unfamiliar voice sounded again.
Wait, sir? Who is this sir? Do they call the master in heaven ‘sir’? Oh, there is not much difference from the world where I came from. I guess I can adapt here after all.
“She looks confused
