[Amon's POV]
I wasn't sure how much time had passed.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying in an endless field of crimson flowers.
Dark clouds hung overhead, keeping me away from the sunlight.
I stared at the sight for a few seconds longer, then slowly stood up.
Only then did I notice I still had a hole in my chest.
Corny as it may be...
Could this be the afterlife?
"Would you like it to be?"
A calming voice rang out from behind me.
When I turned around, I saw a slim figure standing amidst the crimson flowers.
She wore a veil that obscured most of her features, but even still, I could see her bright white eyes.
"Who are you?"
She plucked one of the crimson flowers.
Then, with calm steps, she approached me, handing me the flower.
Although I was confused, I accepted it.
"Who I am doesn't matter. You dying for a third time, however, does."
She tapped my forehead.
I felt as though my consciousness was pushed out of my body.
