''Where am i?"

 Zach's throat was dry, his eyes were tired and his vision, blurred.

 "I was walking up a stair... to the rooftop... and i jumped... wait, I JUMPED?" his thoughts raced through his waking brain as faint images of memory trickled down his mind.

 "I saw the ground coming closer. i blinked and... and?", as he struggled to remember, he suddenly heard someone gasp.

 "What the h-, where am i?"

 "Wait, wait, wait. i am supposed to be dead!"

 "What's the meaning of this?"

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 The shocking revelation seems to be not his alone. The blur in his vision ceased and when he raised his head, he too gasped.

 "Whaa-!?"

 He was standing in a large arena ring, large enough to contain the hundreds of people that were standing on it. Zach looked at his sides, and he saw faces equally shocked as his. he looked around and saw hundreds of people from nearly all ages, trembling elders, confused youth and middle-aged men and women. But he saw no children around.

 "Whoa, what the hell is that?", a man shouted, and the crowd all looked at the audiences' seat.

 There was a man, sitting on the front row. Or was she a woman? No matter, it was impossible to say the difference from its outfit. It wore a long-sleeved black robe that flared out at the collar. Over it, it wore a white stole that made it look very similar to judges Zach saw on the TV before. It had a hood that shrouded its forehead and eyes from view, its skin was light alabaster.

A wide grin displayed its pointy teeth.

 "Welcome to the Purgatory Arena!"