Chapter 1: Born, Broken and Rebuilt.
He died.
Much like he spent most of his life, his mortal coil met its end as he sat alone in his parent's basement, pants hugging his ankles, the blueish-glow of his PC monitor lighting up the dark circles beneath his eyes. And his desk littered with the remnants of his terrible taste in snacks.
It happened on a particularly hot Friday evening.
He had just been rejected for his fifth job application that month, his mother threw out his vintage CD collection and ThunderThighs69 had ghosted him—but he expected that one.
He drowns his misery in sugar-free sodas and suspiciously soggy sushi. But his third bite would prove his last.
He chokes, collapses and writhes on the floor.
Dead.
Mushed rice oozing from his nose as his computer buffers ads for hot single mothers in his area.
That should have been it. A black void, a light at the end of a tunnel... maybe some angels if he was lucky.
Except—he woke up.
Yet, he felt nothing.