Death

You open your eyes to find yourself sitting on a simple stone bench in the middle of a grey expanse of nothingness. The sky is a muted greyed red, and the bench is the only thing to be seen other than the slate grey ground. As you sit there, you hear someone approaching from behind and glance backwards. Death is walking towards you and pauses by the bench. Hello, traveller. I am here to guide you to your next journey.