Orval woke up to find the himself facing an extremely bright room, his hands touching a smooth surface and finding it almost heartening. If he could touch, see and hear small voices and footsteps then he must be alive. Surely?

New thoughts began to emerge after that revelation questions about where he was, what he was doing and who did those footsteps belong to. His eyes began to readjust to the light and he discovered several facts about his surroundings. For one he was naked yet there was a set of clothes already prepared for him. Almost as if someone had been waiting for this, he further noticed that he was surrounded by curtains of the sort used in hospitals.

He began to dress himself in the clothes provided, they were soft, clean and warm and exactly to his fitting. His brain suddenly began to relieve itself from shock and it began to drum down thoughts. Did that freak bring him here, was that light some sort of stun gun?

Orval pulled back the curtains to find a great place almost like a station of sorts, with no mess or rubbish. The air itself was stilted with what seemed divine. It was relaxing yet disorienting almost like he could-

"Hello Orval" said a man. Orval spun around to meet him face to face. Whilst Orval's face was stricken with shock his lay unusually calm, "may I offer you a seat" pointing to a large armchair that had appeared behind Orval that was certainly not there before.

Less as a means of politeness and more of a collapse by shock of the combined events that led him to this predicament he fell back into the seat. The man himself seemed very to be a rather small yet strong man. He bore moderate hair over his head and his face was strained in a way that seemed to be contemplating some method in which he could tell him without gaining an unwanted reaction.

The tension this man radiated ended as Orval began to ask in a calm voice that can only spew from someone so afraid "where the hell am I?"

The man replied "My name is John System" dodging the question whilst answering one of Orval's main ones. Orval opened his mouth to reiterate the question but John pre-empted him and continued "and I'm afraid you're in the part of your journey that exceeds your life"

These word sliced into Orval completely removing all emotion, leaving his body a husk of mindful logic. Him dead? But how? This was real, he felt real. He could see, hear, touch and do all those amazing things that a living person could do, surely if nothing else that made him alive? Didn't it?

During this period of quiet Orval was experiencing John seemed to take it as a prompt to continue despite Orval desperately wanting to be left alone though showing no sign of it. "This particular part of your journey is what we call limbo, a period in which your soul prepares itself to move on." These words penetrated him deeply, this was the answer to the question that so many have been trying to answer for centuries and some small part of him allowed it in.

Yet this line of questioning prompted another point in his mind, "if I'm dead then that means I was murdered." By the Freak, he needed vengeance, revenge, justice and-

John's faced seemed to have sunk slightly with a tinge of guilt, though he recomposed himself immediately the damage was done. "You- "stammered Orval, but how, this man looked nothing like the freak he met, and how did he die?

"I acted in self-defence, you shot me, I had to retaliate" he justified to himself, but Orval wanted answers now more than he wanted revenge.

"But you're dead, why? How did you kill me? What are you?" Orval stammered.

"I am an agent of Great Britain, part of the angel division, it is our job to give the prime minister the knowledge critical for his understanding of the wizardry world whilst keeping them under control, and developing new technologies based on their own magic."

The man continued to speak rubbish, magic? Wizardry world? Angel Division? Surely it could not be true, but then why did some stuff begin to add up, the undamaged corpses, the freak? Clearly he needed more details. He waited for an opening but then the man continued anyway. "Several months ago we developed a way to communicate with people here in the part of the journey that is not entirely beyond life but not alive, it was developed by a combination of wizardry magic and muggle technology (muggle meaning non-magical person) leading us to develop new creations from the fusion"

"Like that freak that killed me" Orval interrupted not wishing for the conversation to get side-lined.

"That freak was no more alive as a computer, it is a shell that we operated from here. It allows us to interact in the living world with ease and immunity, we are safe from corruption, blackmail or threats from here" John continued.

"but what the hell was it?" Orval pressed.

"It is called a bio-synthetic suit, or biomec for short, it is a combination between organic matter and synthetic matter. Immune to all curses and firearms as long as the heart area is undamaged and about wizards" John then continued to explain all about a wizardry world that has been in the shadows for centuries and about a dark lord called Voldemort, Orval listened to him but was too astounded to listen to any of it but one last surprise was in for Orval that night.

"I know this will come as a shock for you but did you know you're the one who came closest to killing an biomec, if you had just aimed your gun just a few inches' down at the heart area you would have succeeded, it's skills like that, that we need here" John began to offer.

Orval was astounded, he was lucky to get that shot off he doubted he could have been the only one, second why the hell would he ever join the people who killed him surely they knew that was ridiculous.

Something about Orval's face clearly put John back on the defensive as he said "I know it sounds absurd but hear me out, the wizards on the whole are good people but they've started to believe that because they have magic they can do whatever they want." A tinge of bitterness was starting to erupt in John's voice, "when their darkest kill our kind they refuse their families the knowledge of how their closest fell, they commonly deny our medical teams powers that could save so many, all because of crimes of our most ancient of ancestors"

These words spiked something in Orval, those murdered people were killed by a wizard, he had lost his parents due to illness and they could save them. More answers were staring, every prophet may have been a wizard, hundreds of centuries of mankind being played for fools. And these wizards were acting as if they did not have to follow this country's laws! The injustice of it was unbearable. In spite of these wizards, was enough for him to come to a decision. "I'll do it" he gasped astounding both himself and John.

"Very well but I warn you must train for 10 years, but something tells me you are unconcerned about that" John said looking at the suddenly determined look on Orval's face.