K:

What's happening to me?

Why does its feel so cold?

Why am I here?

I don't see anything?

What place is this?

Mom, Dad. Where are you?

Only crying could be heard from the girl.

His sorroundings are very quiet neither the chirping of birds nor the cricket you hear nothing.

Until she saw herself as a woman, wearing a black cape holding the sickle of death.

The girl did not know, what was the reason in those moments, it seemed like she was still cold. Although the girl knew that she was very much alive. There was a sigh and far from his inference that she looked like a dead man.

K :

The darkness, why cant I see? What is this things that is too heavy holding my hands?

Until the girl heard a voice that make her aware. A voice that could be heard from an unknown creature these moments.

Unrecognized entity :

You, Keres will be the one to fetch the dead person meaning your the angel of death. You will be called as a woman picker.

The girl could not believes, what she heard from the creature that she would be an angel of death in the world of mortals.