Clara woke with a pounding in her head and a sharp pain in her side. She gasped at the pain and sat up, discovering she was in a large room, laid in a four poster bed. There was no lights, only one flickering candle beside the bed. A heavy blanket was wrapped around her aching body which she scrambled to push off.

That was when she noticed someone sitting on the edge of the bed and screamed.
A hand came down on her mouth suddenly, cutting her off. She felt herself relax when she looked into familiar orange eyes before breaking down into a sob. Toby pulled his hand away and let her cry into his chest, not putting his arms around her like she wished he would. She hated crying, felt foolish when she did. Especially in front of a guy.

"Tell me what happened." Toby whispered into Clara's hair making her shiver.
The tears stopped as suddenly as they had started. Clara told him everything, from waking up to the smell of blood, to the weird memory she had just before she drank the blood and passed out. She had a feeling he already knew this but wanted her to tell him herself.
"I want answers Toby." She said finally, pushing her hair out of her face and sitting back away from him. She felt cold without his body heat but refrained from leaning on him again.

Toby sighed and stood from the bed. He began racking his hands though his blonde hair viciously then looked at her. "I was supposed to wait until you saw the boss, but so much has happened..."

He was sat on the bed again. "You were brought here, Clara, because you don't belong in neither heaven nor hell."
Clara blinked at him. "What?"

Toby bit his lip. "When you...died, your soul wasn't able to pass through to either one of the afterworlds. You were sent here instead, you were chosen."
"So what am I?"
"We aren't anything. We're not angels and we're not demons. But we still aren't alive."

The bitterness in Toby's words shocked Clara. She could see it, see the hurting in the way he looked down at his hands, covered in scars and scratches. Before she could process what she was doing, she put her hand on top of his.

Toby looked up at her for a long time before saying, "Those flashes of memories you mentioned, you are remembering how you died. It sounds horrible, and it is. It can take a long time for the memory to come back completely, but until then it will come in fragments and pieces."

Clara slowly nodded, then rested her head on his shoulder. She was surprised when he entwined their fingers but didn't move to object.
"Who's the boss?" She asked against his shoulder.

"David, he runs this 'organisation' if you will. He sends out the warrior division to battle and makes sure everything runs smoothly."
Clara looked down at his black clothes.
"And your the warrior division?

He smirked. "I am."
"So your like a ninja?"
He laughed. "Not quite."
Clara sat up and chewed her nails nervously. "What division do you think I'll be in?"
Toby shrugged. "Only you can know."
Clara sighed. "That's just the thing, I don't know."
"Well I wouldn't worry about it too much. You will know eventually. It's been proven that you don't belong to the peace division which only leaves you with two more options."

Clara shuddered. "I can't believe they made me drink blood."
Toby smiled. "It was just pigs blood, nothing horrid."
"That is horrid."
Toby stood, unlocking their hands. "Come on. The boss really does want to speak with you now."
Clara nodded, swallowing down her fear, and followed him out. Each step feeling slightly lighter than the last.