UnidentifiableFork
An age, a person, a presence, a gender, what was that to you now? The days of being anything at all. . . Too long ago to care about.
Plus, why does it matter? A little bug in the system wasn't identified as anything. Especially after it dies.
So why, pray tell, are you stuck, IN A ROOM FULL OF PEOPLE OF ALL THINGS. AND A MIRROR- HAHAHA-
(After being dead for so long, already in the gists of the afterlife. And everything along with it, you'd already thought you were trapped to your computers, already stuffed and attached to something. Who knew you could still be sent along?)
(READER IS MENTALLY A CHILD THEREFORE THERE IS NO LOVE INTRESTS BUT FAMILY BONDS WILL BE THERE.)