"Mikael, it's your time." The slightly musical voice interrupted his peaceful, yet dreamless sleep.
"Just a little longer." He mumbled, almost out of habit.
"It's your time." The voice repeated. "We have much to discuss before you start your mission."
This time, Mikael opened his eyes, but snapped them shut straight away. He blinked a couple of times, allowing his eyes to adjust to the bright white light that filled the space around him. "Where am I?" he asked.
"This, Mikael, is the afterlife... Well, more like limbo to be exact - you're not quite at the afterlife yet."
He looked at the woman who seemed to float in front of him. Her pale, flawless skin seemed to glow and glitter, transfixing his gaze. She wore nothing but a filmy, almost transparent robe and he could see the delicate pink of her nipples beneath it. Mikael could feel his dick stirring and he swallowed audibly. He quickly averted his gaze, hoping the mystical woman who stood almost naked in front of him didn't notice. She gave no indication that she was aware of his arousal. He cleared his throat, her words finally registering in his head, "Wait... Did you say the afterlife? That means... I'm dead?"
The woman flicked her long blond locks behind her head, "Pretty much."
Mikael thought of all the people who depended on him - his sick mother, his younger sister. The two people that he'd sworn he'd always be there for. The ones who needed his protection. He combed his fingers through his shaggy, black hair, trying to remember his last moments; he came up with nothing. All he could remember was the morning - he'd left at the crack of dawn to work on the building site, manual labour was the only work an uneducated immigrant could get. He worked hard so his sister could have the chances at an education that he couldn't get when he was her age. He remembered getting to work, but nothing past that. "How did it happen?"