‘’Ahh… What a stupid death. Couldn’t I have gotten a better one’’ said Jet as he tripped on a dog poop and fell on the ground hard enough to break his skull while no one was around.

After a few minutes Jet’s head felt light and his vision blurred until he couldn’t see a thing.

After he lost consciousness he woke up in a white room and stood up. Standing before him was a man with scraggly hair and a beard. Looking closer he noticed him wearing a shining yellow armor.

As if reading the mind of the person standing before him he saw all the events of the man’s life unfold before his eyes.

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Jet looked as the man got stung by a bee while a person was lying on his lap. Resulting in him getting cursed by the man lying on his lap and going into the forest.

Jet looked when the man shot a cow and being cursed by a monk with a long beard.

Jet was still looking as the man helped a little girl get butter from the ground and cleaned it. And of course being cursed by a loud voice which resonated within his head.

And Jet was still watching the battle when the man’s chariot sunk into the ground and he tried to get it free.

Yet again Jet was watching as the man was killed in a helpless state as he tried to fix his chariot.

At that moment Jet understood that they were kindred spirits. Both forsaken by the gods. Scolded, even after doing a good deed. Their lives couldn’t have been more alike.

And at last the name of the person before him came into his mind. The name was Karna.