"Why am I here?" I demand, feeling a strange mix of frustration and bewilderment as I stand face-to-face with him—my former self, Nagi Travers. He stands casually, with that all-too-familiar smirk I'd hoped never to see again.
Nagi seems unfazed by my frustration. "Don't panic too much," he says, his voice eerily calm. "We're not in that white-encased world you end up in after you die." He lets out a low chuckle, as if this is just another one of his jokes.
"Huh?" It's all I manage to get out, the only word that feels remotely close to what's swirling in my mind. I can't grasp what he's talking about or why he's even here, standing in front of me like some kind of ghost from my past. Everything around us is a strange haze, as if we're in a dream I can't wake from.
"We're inside you," he explains, his gaze unwavering. "Or, to make it simpler, we're inside your consciousness."
