Mors's eyes groggily stutter open as she rises from the ground, feeling the rough touch of grass beneath her fingers. Surrounding her is a lush environment, bursting with blades of grass and newly blossoming plants with hues she's never seen before. This place is unlike any field she's seen in Japan, Mexico, or even on the internet. Like they were from a different planet.

Unruffling her hair and brushing off dirt from her clothes, she stumbles through the clearing. This world looks so dreary. The mainly cloudy sky was blue but drained of any brightness. Every blade of grass was dry as each step sounded off with a crunch. Her breaths condensed into white clouds; it was cold, so cold that frostbite would take her very soon. But bizarrely, there wasn't even a hint of snowflake or ice layering the ground.

She reaches over the hill, looking down at a rippling pond. With a misplaced step, she tumbles down the hill. Her face gazes up at the sky, no longer adorned with its crown jewel. Despite the sunless day, she could still feel a warm shimmer radiating onto her body.

Each of her paced breaths sent out a cooled fog. Her eyes start to twitch in annoyance from the phantom heat, finally getting her to stand on her feet. Oncoming exhaustion wrecked her limbs with a pain she hadn't felt in a long time. Skin starts to become colder and colder with a gruesome blue hue.

The pain grew inside her, beating against her body like it was trying to tell her to give up and lay down on the ground. And finally, she gave in, embracing the pound with a wet splash as her body gave way to gravity. Her nearly lifeless body rested in the water for a while, to some, what seemed like hours, and to other, a moment. When the time had come, a strange force started to carry Mors' body towards the center of the pound. As it nears it, a shimmering door forms, which opens up and sends out a powerful gust of wind, disturbing the water into a furious splash but leaving the body undisturbed.

A skeletal hand extends forward from the gleaming door, steadily moving across the water. Just it passing by halted all life around it, forming floating icicles in the air, freezing the pound, rending the grass apart with each tremble of its rackety bones, and the clouds in the sky dissipated into nothing more than vapor, then smoke.

"Weak. You weren't capable of crossing the field… not when you're like this." Boney fingers wrap around the soaked corpse. Her body started to ashen, cracks forming on her skin, teeth withering and rattling, and her eyes fading out of her sockets, leaving only a void. "Coming here, willingly or not, was a poor decision. I find your current will lackluster, in combination with your pitiable vision. You shall return when your soul is ready and not any time sooner."

The arm pulls Mors' body back into the blackened nothingness. The shimmering door cracks into pieces, slipping back into the water. And within moments, everything returns to the way it was.

It would remain so until she returned.

Regardless, Mors starts to regain consciousness, her appearance returning back to its healthy glow. There was a sudden shift enveloping her senses. The lush garden, the empty world, and the voice that lingered in her dead mind started to fade away. In the blink of an eye, Mors finds herself standing on a familiar sidewalk right in front of Kuoh Academy. And in more shock, he awakened in a position as if she had just fallen asleep.

As Mors returns her focus to the present, she finds her younger brother, Bell, standing beside her. His familiar voice draws her attention, and she looks down to meet his gaze. Bell seems slightly concerned, wondering why Mors had remained silent for a few seconds longer than usual.

"Hey, Sis. Are you still there?" Bell asks with genuine care. "You weren't talking for like 5 seconds and your eyes were closed, is something wrong?"

Mors's mind briefly drifts back to what might as well have been her death. It had felt like much more than just five seconds in that mysterious realm. Her confusion lingers, but she quickly pushes it aside, not wanting to worry her younger sibling. And in hindsight, she hadn't gotten much sleep in a long while…that can't be good for the human-demonic brain. All kinds of illusions and stuff are prevalent without proper care in a regular human, so her being a particular case, things can be much more vivid. She thinks.

"Shoot, my bad dude," Mors replies, managing to keep her composure. "I guess I spaced out for a moment. These gears are still grinding, ya know. It's just that I... saw a squirrel and I guess I got Sciurophobia."

She gives Bell a reassuring smile, hoping he won't notice the lingering traces of bewilderment in her expression. To put his mind at ease, she affectionately kisses his forehead, a gesture that never fails to make him blush.

As Bell marches off to the front of the school, Mors watches him for a moment, grateful for his presence and the anchor he provides in her life. Despite the strange experience she just had, the love and responsibility she feels as an older sister remain constant in her world.

Each step was starting to get more painful, Mors beginning to remember the voice in her vision. How demeaning it was to her lifeless body, like she was speaking to something with no soul. Something that didn't see her as a person, or even as a Demon. She should be pushing this in the back of her mind, but every time she tried to forget, it would ram itself back into prominence.

Banging her hand against her noggin was the only thing that seemed to soothe the intrusive thoughts. Finally at peace for the briefest moment, all that came to mind was.

"Shit, I've got chores to do."