Free had always been the best spirit that the Spirit World could ever have. There was no distinction between whether to know that this spirit was worse and this spirit was best, but he was doing the extra mile, and he was doing better than most of the spirits. Or at least, that was before, when he was starting.
The first time that he got into the Spirit World, he didn't know what to do. Then he met the dove that was leading everyone to where they were supposed to be. He had no idea where he was, but he knew, he was dead, all because of his own decision. There was an instant regret upon realizing that he was dead, but there was no turning back, and he was rather relieved that he was somewhere where he was not going to suffer.
Or so he thought. Until he met the Spirit World deity, the Sove
