Chapter 2: Introducing the bank of fate.
"You are dead."
Sigrid blinked once and affirmed with a nod of her head, "I know."
The memories of her death were still fresh and hot in her mind. She thought for sure that she would be somewhere in the deepest pits of hell burning for all the wrong she had done but that was not the case.
This place where she had been brought to after death was not the hell she pictured, but it was not heaven either, it was a bank: The Eternal Bank Of Fate as it had been introduced by a chipper receptionist that took charge after she was dropped off by a truck driver that had been in an awful rush to return to earth.
It was a vast and magnificent place, accessible through enchanted portals only. The bank was an existence that stood between space and time, it had existed since the dawn of time, thriving in every era and catering to every world in existence.
The grand lobby Sigrid had found herself in on delivery was awe inspiring. Every structure was elegant and sleek, with walls and pillars of transparent glass and alloys.
It was designed like a large international airport in a way, with all the different customers that were coming and going through various gates marked entrance and departure. The terminals were many, extending far beyond what her eyes could see.
Some clients were dragging luggage in suitcases, some had small bags while others carried nothing. They were all dressed differently like they came from different worlds.
Even in physical appearance, you could see the differences, some were human looking, others animal like. There were those whose faces were hidden or veiled.
It was a busy place and everyone seemed to be in a rush to get to their final destinations. Sigrid wanted to pause and look around but the receptionist was also in a hurry.
She was led down a hallway, to a place with a big sign that read fate exchange.