You got the Wrong Person

Memory 1 side B: The Thinker

When I first woke up in this place I was alone. It was kinda dark but it was kind of calming just like the embrace of my mother. I sit upright on my not so dilapidated bed running my thoughts on what is gonna happen now. I know one thing and one thing only: I have Died. It was an incurable disease that I had since childhood. The doctors said it was congenital just like how my mom died. but none of that matters now. I have died and I'm somewhere on the other side of being alive. I stood up noticing I'm half-naked.Gosh, that's why my top feels breezy. Scanning the area of the room I see a neatly folded gray shirt. Took it and held it in front of my nose. It doesn't smell at least. Pretty much clean perhaps newly washed. I wore it and surprisingly it fits perfectly.No tight place nor it was too big. It was like it was made specifically for me.

Venturing near the only door in the room, I proceeded to reach the doorknob but before my hands reached it my vision blurs. I became dizzy and disoriented I felt like I was drunk. Very drunk. Then suddenly there were people around me. a very rowdy crowd I tell you that. A crowd full of teenagers. Regaining my senses I stood up firmly while trying to not look very suspicious. Well not that it matters everyone has their own world. Two Teens were talking about what they will do in the other world. What "world," I said to myself. Just as I was pondering and eavesdropping on what they were talking about a commotion was happening. A man was being stabbed by a flying entity. And he was fighting back. He tried to throw the said entity which actually looks like an angel to me. Well, he failed and he's gonna get stabbed again. As all of this is happening I realized to myself that my emotions have been pretty much weird. Feelings of panic while watching someone get stabbed have fled me.Probably because deep inside I know that we all are already dead. And my fear of blood is gone apparently. All these thoughts surging my brain was suddenly discontinued by a loud commanding voice. "Stop. Stand down clockwork" declared the voice. I turn to the general direction of where the voice should have been. Then I saw a very beautiful entity. A real angel. The said Angel commanded the man to come nearer but instead of walking the man was carried by a ghostly wind just barely visible. He gets seated and starts to rant "Nice Goddamned hospitality you got here weirdo.I have some questions and you will answer them you got it?" angrily staring at the angel whilst he was tending his wounded shoulder. The angel waved its hands and the angry man's wound got healed instantly.Surprised, perhaps in utter shock the man calmed down in an instant and talked once more. "I'm very sorry about my demeanor.I was still in a very, very disoriented state.And I was just stabbed.I don't know what the hell is this place and what am I doing here so if you explain id be very much grateful" explained the man which apparently is wearing a white shirt that has no stain prior to him getting stabbed. Then the angel spoke "First of all welcome to the void. Now now, I know you have a lot of questions but if you let me explain what's happening without interrupting me that would be most ideal for both of us don't you think?" smilingly asked the angel to the man. The man nods silently agreeing to just listen. For now."This place is a Gathering for lost souls, well not so lost souls. Souls who have not done so much up there on the mortal realm.People who were supposed to be doing a lot more things good and albeit evil. We grant them another life through the means of reincarnation or metempsychosis religiously speaking"the angel explaining to the man while standing. The angel itself had very pure white wings that it distracts me from what it is saying. Then a not so loud voice on the back of the line said a very peculiar word."ISEKAI! this is IT" I've heard of that. It was one of them Anime Tropes My friends always watched. And once again my supposed train of thought gets interrupted once more. This time by a maniacal laugh. It was the Man. He was legitimately laughing his lungs out causing him to cough uncontrollably making him choke on the process.everybody was looking at him like he was a madman. He began to put his palm into his face and calm down but in a still laughing fit."You want me.to believe that another world exists? and you will send every people here there? whats next Santa Claus? Freddy? or perhaps anime waifus?" smugly said the man mocking everybody." well not exactly" said the angel turning to him "you, for example, is a rare case. You are still alive.well your body is".Those words made the man erratic "Well why am I here? what in the world took me to a coma? No don't tell me I just remembered now" spoke the man while having the realization of his life." well I didn't want this conversation to be this advanced but I will show you how you got this state"the angel pointing his fingers upwards towards the large screens on the ceiling.It showed a truck and the man himself on a crosswalk.

" No this is bullshit.you want me to believe that I died from a truck?Me?!Id rather stab myself if that s**t happened even before I get hit by one" the man Reluctantly perhaps in denial to what happened to him." well I did not say you died from a truck.Your profile here tells me you are not gonna die from a simple truck. Nor a bullet" The angel clutching a bunch of folders which looks like a profile for an interview.Now I really want to know what happened to this odd man.