First things first, I placed my hand on my side and found something pretty annoying.
"Where are my things?" I muttered.
"You have died. No dead man can bring anything from the mortal world here, or have you forgotten?" the being said, its voice echoing like a distant thunderclap in a cavernous void.
I sighed and switched instantly to a fighting stance. The cold, eerie floor beneath me seemed to pulse with a dark energy, and the shadows along the jagged walls flickered like restless phantoms.
"One without names, you have a flexible mindset. Many unlike you would be conscious about their lack of weapons; however, you seem more malleable to such a loss," the being remarked, its words slithering around me like a creeping fog.
