Chapter One: Angel of Death

He gasped awake. No, no. Not awake, he gasped into an awareness he previously did not have where everything was cloudy, but he knew, he knew that this wasn’t his first time around, and no matter how long he stood there and stared at his hands he could not shake the uncanny weight from his chest. He knew he’d lived an entire life once before, but the details escaped him. Everything escaped him. He felt like he’d opened his eyes for the very first time, but that couldn’t be possible, no, because he was in his mid-twenties. What had he just been doing? He looked around to see that he was standing in the middle of the street, which would probably end up being bad for his health in the long run. Dazed and confused, he collapsed into a bench where people continued to pass him by (but none seemed to notice him, not really). He was alone, and although he had no idea who he was supposed to be, the thought of being alone was plain wrong.