It was all white. No matter where he looked, his eyes were shrouded by a bright shade of white which lay ahead of him. There were no other colors and even though he felt a strange sense of sadness and peace, the whiteness in front of him was eerie.
"Hello?" he called out. "Is someone there?"
Silence.
Is this supposed to be my new home? He wondered.
"New soul."
Startled, the boy turned around to find a stern looking man in his sixties, staring down at him. He snapped his fingers and from nowhere, a piece of paper appeared. The boy was astonished as the man kept on reading the paper.
"Who are you?" Shinho wondered.
"A white reaper who guides souls to their next life," the man lazily replied. "Since you're a child, I'm forced to disguise myself as a human. Otherwise I'm quite scary looking."
The boy was not sure whether the man was joking or not but the reaper seemed not to care.
