Death wasn't as bad as it was made out as. It was worse. Much, Much worse. To her, it felt like walking in an eternal abyss of darkness, unable to stop. Unable to see. Unable to hear. Unable to feel. There was no heaven. There was no hell. Just darkness. She had been expecting to see her loved ones that had already passed on. She hadn't expected anything like this. It was cold. She couldn't feel it, but she knew. She didn't know how to describe it, but the place that was Death, it had a cold aura to it.

You'd think, experiencing death like that wouldn't be too bad, all things considered. But in reality, it was torture. The average person couldn't even last 72 hours without some form of entertainment. Being in a state of inability to see or hear, it would be enough to drive someone insane. She wasn't your average person however. She had grown accustomed to this from her time alive.

You see, She had been born deaf as a child. At the tender age of one, she'd been blinded when her mother had poured boiling hot water onto her face and eyes. She'd been abandoned soon afterwards, though she doesn't remember. She does remember, that the people who looked after her would always tell her the way she looked through little taps on her arm.

She had to develop her own way of communication, as she couldn't see nor hear. If she hadn't been blinded, maybe commutation wouldn't of been as difficult. It took a while, and even leading up to when she died, she still had yet to master it. They'd told her that she had pretty blue eyes, and long blonde hair. They tried to leave out the description of what was her face, but she had discovered without them.

Her face had been completely scarred, and she knew it was impossible to reverse it. She felt the small stinging sensation she got whenever she touched it with her hands. She remembered the roughness of the skin, and how some parts would even catch on her hands and peel off. She remembered the pain that the other people put her through whenever she went outside. They'd poke and pull at her skin, her hair, and even her clothes.

So, when she died at the age of eight, she didn't know whether to be relieved to be gone from that hell, or be worried for her fate to come. She didn't even know how she died. All she remembered was the pain that overwhelmed her completely. She had simply been walking with one of her caretakers, like always, nothing astray. Then, she had noticed something unusual. Her caretaker had started desperately pulling on her arm, tapping at the other, saying 'Hurry, Hurry'. She had just thought they had somewhere to be, but it was far from the truth. A second later, her caretaker let go of her hand, leaving the child helpless.

Then the pain had hit her. She felt her once standing body smashing into the paved road as something went over her midsection. Heavily. In fact, so heavily that it broke her in half. Literally. Whatever had hit her had went over her so hard that her body was split into two. It didn't kill her instantly either. That was the worst part. She could feel the blood leaving her body, it's temperature dropping. She could feel the thing stop, Feel the people clawing at her arms, trying desperately to pull her out, though they knew there was no chance of survival for her. Her intestines, both large and small, were the only thing connecting both halves of her body. Her spine had been crushed, and her ribs had jabbed into her lungs. It wouldn't be long before she had died. Even if she had of survived, she would be paralysed for life, and probably would die before the age of ten regardless. As her vision went dark, her soul parted with her body, and she took her last breath. That was the moment she died, forever unable to see, forever unable to hear.  And now, she was here. Stuck in a place with no end, no sight, no hearing, no feeling. A place empty, save for the empty shell of a person. The place of the dead.

So much time passed, nothing changed. It stayed dark, cold, and silent. No footsteps, no scenery. Nothing. Until one time. It was just like normal. She was still walking forward. She'd made it her mission to not stop, not letting herself think there was nothing, there had to be something, there had to be. But, out of the ordinary, a voice was heard. It wasn't slow nor fast. Not warm nor cold. Not emotional nor passive. It was just what it was. A voice.

"Number 475924," It called out, But she didn't know what it was talking about. It was her first time ever hearing a voice, and she had no clue what it was about. A few seconds of the know normal silence returned, before the voice came again, "Keikaino Rigi." Once again, she was confused. In her entire lifetime alive, she had never known her name. She didn't even know if she had one. Maybe, the voice would respond if she replied to the name, a simple nod would do, she supposed. And so, she did and the voice came back. "You have spent enough time in the pathway to death, but young one, you have been walking in the wrong direction. You have persistently been walking back towards life, you still haven't stopped." The voice said, making her wonder what it meant, before it continued, "I will give you a choice, Keikaino Rigi. Would you care to be reborn to another life, or would you prefer to be placed in true death, where everyone else has gone? Choose now, Keikaino Rigi."

The choice caught her off guard. She could be reborn...? With all of her memories intact...? As if answering her question the voice spoke up once more, "If you choose to be reborn, you will keep all of your memories, but nobody will remember you in your past life. As though you were never there." It's proposal sounded interesting, especially to her. It wasn't like she had much meaning in her past life, and she would get to be in a different place, with different people and different things. A smile graced her spiritual face as she uttered her first word of many to come. "Yes."