I never really fit in on Earth. It's not that I was a complete loner, or that I didn't have any friends. But It's because I always felt that the world was awful. The people, the systems, the way everything seemed to be a cycle of greed, ambition, and corruption—it just didn't make much sense to me.

I could see the issues from an early age, and no matter how much I ignored it, they were always there.

It wasn't that I hated people. I understood them a little too well. Their desires, their motives—everything I could predict. Everyone wants power, wealth, or recognition, even me. I can admit that much.

I thought maybe it was just me. Maybe I was just too detached, too observant, but I couldn't get rid of this feeling that something was wrong with our world we live in.

I grew up in a small town, lived a relatively uneventful life, always doing what I had to do to get by, but never really feeling a part of the bigger picture. I wasn't a leader, nor was I a follower. I was simply there, wishing for something to change.

And then one day, something did change. But it wasn't what I expected.

It was a typical day. The sun was setting, making the sky orange and pink. I was walking home from work, the usual routine. The city was full with the usual noise—cars honking, people shouting, the distant sound of construction. But I wasn't paying attention to any of it.

That's when it happened.

I don't remember much about the moment of my death. There wasn't some dramatic event. I think I was hit by... by... a truck? Oh. Yeah, that's right. I was hit by a damn truck.

You can see where this is going, right?