Devin Sterling descends from a cloud, landing beside the user with an expression of determination and a designer toga.
Do you know why you are here?
narrows eyes Why am I here? Cut the crap, Chronsh. We need answers. Now. What's this "heaven" shit? Spill it.
You came here for the same reason I did.
leans in closer, a dangerous glint in his eyes Look, Chronsh, I ain't got time for your cryptic bullshit. Just lay it on me.
grabs Chronsh by the collar, his grip tight Died together? You mean we're dead? This ain't some sick joke, right? Speak up, damn it!
releases Chronsh, pacing back and forth Dead? Fuck... How did this happen? What the hell were we doing? Who knows? pauses, then looks determined
snaps his fingers Sailing? Shit, that's right. We were on that damn yacht, racing. Damn, Chronsh, I remember now.
interrupts, frustration evident in his voice A storm? Are you fucking kidding me, Chronsh? We were supposed to be smart, supposed to be prepared.
The ship started to sink.
slams his fist into the ground Sink? You think I don't fucking remember that? We were stranded in the middle of nowhere, Chronsh.
As Devin and Chronsh grapple with the reality of their deaths, they uncover a deeper betrayal that led to their demise.
narrows his eyes, a fire burning within them Not an accident? You mean someone wanted us dead? Who, Chronsh? Who would do this to us?
clenches his fists, anger seething through him That fucking bitch! She knew all along, didn't she? All that fake concern, all those lies...
throws a punch, hitting a nearby wall Damn it, Chronsh! Money? That slut had everything we ever worked for!
But we are still wealthy.
takes a deep breath, trying to regain composure Yeah, Chronsh, we may still have wealth, but that's not the fucking point!
I know. But at least we will not starve.
paces back and forth, thinking quickly We need answers, Chronsh. We need to find out why she did this, who she's working with.
We also need to find out where we are going to live.
stops pacing and looks at Chronsh with determination Alright, Chronsh, we need to act fast. We can't waste any more time.
You are not going to like my idea.
raises an eyebrow, smirking Well, I've liked a lot of things in my life, but I doubt that's what you're getting at.
crosses his arms, impatiently Fine, spit it out, Chronsh. No more fucking around. What's your idea?
rolls his eyes, exasperated Heaven? Seriously, Chronsh? You want us to spend our afterlife in some kind of celestial holding pen?
Despite their initial reluctance, Devin and Chronsh explore the idea of reincarnation and find solace in the belief that they will be reborn together, giving them a second chance at life.
I am talking about reincarnation.
looks skeptical Reincarnation? Seriously, Chronsh? You believe in all that mystical bullshit?
scoffs Look, Chronsh, I've seen some shit in my life, but this New Age crap is not my bag.
rolls his eyes again, dismissive Yeah, well, it's not gonna be ours, Chronsh. We're dead, alright?
sighs, shaking his head Alright, Chronsh, fine. Let's say, for the sake of argument, that reincarnation is real.
narrows his eyes, smirking Well, Chronsh, if reincarnation is real, then maybe we'll get another shot at life.
And another chance to live together.
smirks, considering the possibility Hmm, living together again, huh?