"The days, what I assume are days, stretch on forever here. The sun is nothing more than a pale orb that produces a light like how the moon shines. I know I am not on earth anymore..And I know that I am dead , that much is pretty clear from the way my body looks now.

I have seen my physical body walk the earth since I died. A sickening caricature of what I was before I signed up for that experiment..All while my soul ascended..I guess souls exist..And an afterlife..Yeah a whole lot of things I didn't know or think were real..And then there are these guys.."

Nathan sprinted through the sleepy woods, a chilling fog swayed and curled as the damned archer navigated it's intricate design. Behind him were nightmares, or so they were called. Silent, thin shadowy figures that feasted on the dead of this place, and they were hungry..

Finally having a good lead, Nate removed his deadwood bow, getting a bit more speed before placing his foot against a tree. He leaped up high, drawing arrows carved from the bones found in this land and spinning to face his pursuers. It was still all too easy, the arrows flew one by one before he even hit the cold floor.

Three down easily, out of arrows, now came the rest. "Come at me!" The damned shouted while slinging his bow, now grabbing hold of his scythed staff, spinning it to gather momentum for the immediate battle coming. One leaped up off a tree, while his two friends came in at ground level. Choosing the one over two, Nate leaped up in the air as well, catching the nightmare's neck with the sharp curve, a small tug would take his head.

A graceful roll was accompanied by the quiet thud of a head. Nate slowly rose up to deal with the duo. Block after block would just go further to show the skill the Breda clan archer had gained during his stay here in the afterlife. A punishing smack with the dull end of the staff was followed with a quick spin by Nathan, this time with the sharp curve..

*Thud!..Thud!..* Two more heads...

Minutes later, Nathan would sit atop his favorite rock that happened to be in a shape of a reaper himself, the one he sat upon after first arriving here. His mind was slowly calmed by the thoughts of home, blondes..And friendly rivals..

"My name is Nathan..I am a lost soul at the crossroads. My body? The host of everything sinister about me..While I sit here, pure.."