The Bracelet Club [EXO]

EPILOGUE [1.1]

The Adventures of Byun Bora

Click.

A door opening.

I was standing in front of a panel of judges.

Snap.

A flash from a camera.

The bustle of people and the rustling of papers.

My eyes remained open when one of them spoke.

"Name?"

"B-Byun... Byun Bora," I managed to say, taking in their white clothes and their notebooks in front of them. "Byun Bora. Medium, Clairvoyant."

I was in a daze and all I remembered was shooting up and awakening in a white room that had people sitting on high chairs. They glanced at me from time to time before they began to shoot me with questions. They seemed done for, unlike how deities should be, but they looked like they didn't give two damns.

"Plans?"

"A-Ah..." my voice stuttered and I still had no idea what I should do. My mind went back to Matthew, my friends and my brother. My family that I had left behind without a goodbye. My stomach twisted and turned and all I could think about is that I was no longer human, that I had died.

"Is this the afterlife?"

"Yes."

"And are you the management team?" I asked again, earning another nod. A grunt from all of them, paired with a sigh. I wasn't at all special to them, despite the sacrifice I had made for the world to bypass judgment day.

"Fill this out and we can guide you with a plan. Most mediums, handlers and clairvoyants end up reincarnating by choice if you have enough holy points," one of them droned on. "Most of them go to heaven and most of them repent their sins before going to heaven. Your choice...."

His voice trailed off in the background and I saw that a paper had appeared right in front of me. The management team began to speak in hushed voices, all of them saying something about a change in regulation but all I could do was stare at one place.

There were already tags on the paper that had been written, such things as "Eligible of choice" and a few other things but there was only one thing that caught my mind. My eyes fell onto the bottom of the page and I blinked, my hand going to rub it.

"Eligible", it read and I was about to ask for a pen when it appeared and I reached for it silently, ticking it.

Grim Reaper, it said. Eligible for me to be a Grim Reaper.

The paper disappeared and I looked up at them, one of them already reading my form when they looked at me and then back at the form.

"You need to have a resume," one of them said and that's where I found myself in the record room, grabbing my files and bringing it to them so I could I fill out my resume. Achievements, skills, personality and characteristic attributes and so on and so forth when I straightened up and announced to them that I was done.