The receptionist peered at his face for a moment, before reaching under the counter and producing a tokkuri and a single sakazuki. Placing the cup closer to the samurai, she calmly poured the lightly steaming sake for him, "This is the afterlife. Here, have some sake." Seeing the red head standing away from the others, she motioned Asshat to come over, holding up a can of Redbull, "Hey, Miss Butthead! You like Redbull, do you not?" She didn't seem to say this in mean spirit, but the girl looked none too please by being called 'butthead'.

From a few seats away from the tiny Hajime, a pretty blonde woman wearing a pink track suit continued to speak to the person to her right, "Gosh...I feel really bad for dying, honestly! At the start of my chemotherapy, it was so painful... just wanted to die. But then, I realised that there were people who really cared for me, who wanted me to live. The last thing in life I remember were people cheering me on, before I was put under and brought into the operating room." The person she spoke to just nodded his head in an understanding manner, even when she started to cry lightly.

As if on cue, one of the doors to the right of the reception area swung open, and tall, tall man of an olive complexion walked in. Scanning over the room with sharp eyes, he caught sight of the woman, "Cathy Maples? It's time." The woman wiped her tears up and smiled, before getting up and following, asking in a less that controlled volume...

"Will I get to choose my next life?"