As my eyes fluttered open, I was immediately blinded by an intense, all-encompassing brightness. "Why is it so bright?" I wondered aloud, squinting against the glare. Realizing I was lying on the floor, I pushed myself to sit, surveying the peculiar surroundings. Everything was white—a seamless, unblemished expanse extending in every direction. Strangely, I felt fine, without aches or dizziness, but where was I?

Curiosity piqued, I stood, my movements deliberate, cautious. I scanned the horizon, searching for a landmark, a shadow, or anything that might offer a clue. But there was nothing. Just white. The floor, the sky, everything. It was as if I had stepped into a blank canvas.

Determined not to let confusion get the better of me, I started walking, each step echoing softly in the vast emptiness. I ran my hand along the ground, feeling for anything that might break the monotony of the smooth surface. "No texture, no hints," I muttered, a flicker of frustration passing me.

I paused, taking a deep breath. "Okay, think," I urged myself. Was this a dream? An illusion? Or something more sinister? I tried calling out, "Hello? Is anyone there?" My voice seemed to vanish into the void, leaving no trace.

A sense of isolation crept in, but I shook it off. Panic was not an option. Instead, I focused on staying alert, my eyes darting around, searching for the slightest change, the faintest hint of something different.

I considered every possibility. A trap? A test? I had always prided myself on being able to handle the unexpected and to think on my feet. "There's got to be a way out, a reason for all this," I thought, refusing to succumb to the eeriness of the place.

Time seemed irrelevant in this white expanse. I could have been wandering for hours, but strangely, I felt neither tired nor hungry nor thirsty. Desperate for clues, I searched my blue jeans again, hoping I had overlooked something earlier, but to no avail. I even examined my body, looking for marks or signs that might explain my situation, but found nothing. It was as if I had materialized here, in this void.

Then, without warning, a powerful gust of wind surged from behind, propelling me forward. "What the hell!" I yelled, caught off guard. The wind ceased as abruptly as it had begun, allowing me to regain my footing. I spun around, heart racing, and that's when I saw a golden chair standing starkly against the endless white.

Seated upon the chair was a humanoid figure, but utterly featureless, like a blank canvas. It was both eerie and fascinating. I stared, trying to make sense of it. Was this a person? An entity? Or another illusion in this bizarre place?

Cautiously, I approached the figure, my mind racing with questions. "Who are you?" I called out, my voice steady despite the surreal situation. There was no response, just a silent figure on the golden chair.

I stopped a few feet away, observing it closely. The figure seemed almost ethereal, its presence both there and not there. It was as if I was looking at the very concept of a human, devoid of any defining features.

"Are you the reason I'm here?" I asked, trying to elicit some reaction. Still, there was no movement, no sound, nothing to indicate that the figure was even aware of my presence.

I circled the chair, looking for any clue, any indication of what this was all about. The situation was growing more perplexing by the moment, but I refused to let fear or confusion take over. Instead, I focused on piecing together the puzzle, determined to understand the nature of this place and the enigmatic figure before me.

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 "KNEEL!" thundered inside my head; a sharp, unbearable pain shot through me, forcing my body to submit. I found myself on my knees, the pain relenting as I complied. "What kind of power is this?" I thought, my usual composure shaken.

"MORTAL, THIS IS THE PLACE WHERE YOU WILL BE JUDGED FOR YOUR SINS," the entity's neutral voice echoed again in my mind, this time without the accompanying agony. Despite the situation, I looked up, trying to maintain a semblance of defiance.

The entity began to show me my past, my memories—my sins. The people I had eliminated, the chaos I had caused. Each moment played out before me, but there was no sense of guilt or regret within me. "This is who I am," I accepted silently, watching the scenes of my life unfold.

Even the memory of my death, watching that bastard shoot me and butcher my body, didn't stir remorse. It was just another part of my life, a life of ruthlessness and survival.

I finally spoke, my voice steady despite the overwhelming circumstances. "So, this is judgment, huh? You show me my past and expect what? Regret? Remorse?" I questioned the entity, my tone laced with a hint of challenge.

"I've lived my life according to my own rules. I've done what I had to do to survive, to thrive. If that's a sin, so be it," I continued, meeting the gaze of the featureless figure. "I'm not here to beg for forgiveness or plead for mercy. I've faced death before, and I'm not afraid to face it again."

I stood up, despite the previous pain, my resolve firm. "If you're going to judge me, then do it. But know this—I don't bow to anyone, not in life or death."

"I KNOW WHICH IS WHY YOU ARE HERE," resonated in my head, its power becoming more evident as I felt an involuntary weakness seep into my limbs. My knees gave way, and I found myself bowing involuntarily, a sign of the entity's formidable strength.

"THIS FLAME OF DEFIANCE THAT YOU POSSESS," it declared, its form hovering ominously before me. A cold shiver ran down my spine. It was clear this being was after something, something deep within me.

I tried to think, to strategize. "How do you negotiate with a being that can control your every move?" But my thoughts were met with its almost omniscient reply, "HUMAN, YOU BELITTLE ME. I KNOW EVERYTHING." Suddenly, an excruciating pain surged through me, dropping me to the ground, face-first, in sheer agony.

Gritting my teeth against the pain, I realized brute force or cunning would not work here. This entity was on another level. I had to try a different approach, something it might not expect from someone like me.

Gasping for breath, I managed to speak, "Okay, okay! You've got power. I get it. But what do you want from me?" My tone shifted, showing a rare openness to dialogue. It was a calculated move to buy time to understand my adversary.

"You say you know everything about me," I continued, pushing through the pain. "Then you know I'm a survivor. I adapt. So, tell me, what's the play here? What's your angle?"

A golden parchment floated before my eyes; as I stared at the golden parchment floating before me, its cryptic contents unreadable, I asked, "What is this?" The lingering pain in my body was slowly receding, giving me a moment of respite.

“IT STATES YOUR SOUL WILL SERVE ME FOR ETERNITY,” the entity responded, resonating in my mind.

A laugh escaped from me despite the gravity of the situation. "A slave contract, then? You're proposing I become your eternal servant?"

"So, you bring me here, show me my life, and now you want me to sign my soul away? Just like that?" I questioned, my tone laced with skepticism. "What do you need a soul for anyway? And why mine?"

Silence hung in the air as I awaited an answer, but the entity presented a proposition instead. "ACCEPT THE CONTRACT, COMPLETE ONE MISSION AND I WILL GRANT YOU A WISH." The offer piqued my interest – here I was, seemingly dead, yet given a chance that was hard to ignore. The idea of a wish-granting being might be far-fetched, but in such an extraordinary situation, normal rules didn't apply.

"Why would a being as powerful as you need to lie?" I pondered aloud, yet with a hint of suspicion. The possibility of returning to Earth and settling a score, especially with Hector, stirred a deep desire for vengeance. "Hector, old friend, you're in for a surprise." I mused with a sly smile, the prospect of revenge fueling my decision.

"I agree," I announced, but not without a trace of wariness. I've never been one to accept deals, especially those veiled in mystery blindly. 'One mission,' the entity said. But what exactly did this mission entail? What were the actual stakes involved?

As I grappled with these uncertainties, a familiar feeling of darkness crept in, and my consciousness faded.