The concept of the afterlife has always been a hot topic. Do we go to heaven? Meet god? Or do we get reincarnated? This is truly the age-old question.
Yet I've never had a preference, as long as it's better than what I had, I'd be happy.
But now my head is killing me.
What the hell happened?
Am I back in my apartment?
What's that noise?
Is someone eating a popsicle?
The last thing I remember was the swarm of police officers, then there was that pretty pink-haired woman.
And the masked guy holding the gun to my head!
Didn't I die?
That's right, I did.
I was accidentally shot in the throat by that police officer.
Then why?
Why is there a woman sucking my dick?!