Not a single sense works. Nothing to see or hear or touch or taste or smell. Nothing nothing nothingnothingnothing
Except him. He'd had a name once, hadn't he? Goro Akechi. That seemed right. Familiar. In a world with no up or down or left or right, only a blank white nothingness and a foreign sense of peace, the only thing he could cling to is his name.]
Ah, [he thinks after an eternity of floating nothingness.] I'm dead.
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Not a single sense works. Nothing to see or hear or touch or taste or smell. Nothing nothing nothingnothingnothing
Except him. He'd had a name once, hadn't he? Goro Akechi. That seemed right. Familiar. In a world with no up or down or left or right, only a blank white nothingness and a foreign sense of peace, the only thing he could cling to is his name.]
Ah, [he thinks after an eternity of floating nothingness.] I'm dead.