It was just your typical kind of life. I was in high school, and had a part time job as a cashier at a branch of minimart franchise to support my weabooh hobby. I was the third son in my family and had two older siblings—My oldest brother Johan and my second oldest brother Jaco. My parents owned a family business to support my family. My elder brother was working in a big company I didn't see the reason to remember the name of. Simultaneously, I lived in a small, humble apartment connected to my parents house. Since I had the money to pay for my daily food my parents didn't always cook for me. I was about 17. I didn't have a girlfriend. I wasn't exactly short or frumpy or hideous or anything. I was unremarkable. Just the easy to forget dude you might pass in the street and forget easily thereafter. When it came to the opposite sex, apparently I had nothing to offer. Therefore, the fact that I hadn't lost my virginity yet was expected. This night, I was on my way back to my apartment from my work. Since I had morning classes almost every day in a week, I'd been given the night shift so my work wouldn't disturb my study. Man, my boss seriously was an understanding person. I was glad because of that. The shift started at 6 PM and ended at 12 AM. Hence, I usually came back late. However, I didn't know it was the night when my life would change drastically. For better or worse, I don't know. To get to my workplace from my apartment, I needed ten minutes in a leisure walk. I would walk on foot back and forth from the house to my workplace. It spared my tight budget for using the public transport. Although it was around midnight, the street wasn't empty. Cars passed on the road. Some pedestrians walked on the side road, minding their own business. It was the perfect picture of normalcy, bordering apathy. Then again, that was just sort of life in a big city.

"Aaaahhh!"

Screams.

Chaos. What is—What's going on?!

"Move! I'll kill you!"

I turned around to understand what happened, only to find a man sprinting toward me, shouting that threat loudly, a handbag in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other. I could hear shrieking. I wondered if I was entangled into a crime scene—a theft to be precise. He was coming my way—with a knife. A knife? Wait! I am on his way! Before I could properly process everything, the armed thief tackled me. I felt a burning pain run across my front. Because of him, I collapsed to the ground on my back. I couldn't tell what had happened. My mind couldn't follow up with everything yet. I wanted to move, but I couldn't. "Get the hell outta my way!" The man shouted as he ran off. I was dumbfounded and blankly watched him go. The suddenness of it all had reduced me to a stupor. Then I felt my stomach burning. So hot — beyond anything I'd describe as pain.

I was rushed toward the hospital but it was to late and died.

"urgh... my head what happened" " You died" and just like that i shot up, my eyes scanning the very bright white room looking for the one who said that, then i asked "Who said that?"

"I did" and with that there was a bright golden light, a mysterious man with golden wings a white fedora with a black lint around it, around his body was a pure white cloak while his upper body was cover in a skin tight muscle shirt and anbu pants

"God?"