The shot was painful and the death was arduous. Before he knew it, however, Nico was no longer a prisoner of war. Instead, he was in a waiting room. Somewhere different than he believed the afterlife was, honestly. He was taught there to be a hell or a Heaven growing up, and he believed he would be the one to split hell wide open. A waiting room definitely wasn't what he thought it would be.

He looked around him. He noticed others such as a samurai, a young girl, a woman drinking tea, and a woman in a pink tracksuit who was following after a tall man.

So this was death.

The smell of coffee tantalized Nico's senses. He stood up and walked over to get in line towards the receptionist, wanting to know if he could have a cup.