The time has come. At the last moment of a hero's life comes the relief, or ever present fear of the darkness. The cold embrace of Lord, and or Lady Death as they welcome their newest companion into the next phase of their life. It is a thing that everyone must go through but some lives are harder than the rest. They who have experienced a need for justice, revenge, or and have experienced a life of struggle for the people. As the darkness embraces them however they are suddenly jerked out of it. As if awakening from a dream they awaken in a windowless room that seems familiar. However it is clearly not the same if not for the lack of a familiar feeling associated with the room they find themselves in, then the fact that their last act was clearly them dying. And not just that but they lack any bodily feelings. There is no tiredness, no pain, or even usual medical issues that some may find like headaches, or back pain. There is an eerie silence, and lack of human connection to these rooms. 

And once they find themselves slowly adjusted to the room a polite but firm knock comes from the door from the hallway. But no voice calling after them.