The lingering scent of antiseptic and a faint, sweet aroma filled the impossibly bright white room. My eyes, still adjusting, blinked at the sterile perfection. \n\nThen, a figure emerged from the blinding light – a man in an equally pristine white suit, seated on a stool, hands resting on his knees, gazing intently at me. What a bizarre sight, even for someone who had just… died.\n\n"Yes, it is weird, isn't it?" the man stated, his voice calm, cutting through the silence. My eyes narrowed. Had I spoken aloud? No, I was sure I hadn't. \n\n"I didn't say anything," I retorted, my voice a mere thought in my head. \n\nHe chuckled softly. "Yes you did, you said 'What a weird situation I've found myself in.'" \n\nHe could read my mind. Great. Just when I thought my life couldn't get any stranger.