Takeaway Memories.

Rule # 1: You cannot give back what you take away.

"Alma" A warm, soft voice called out to her. "Come closer, my dear" Alma... She assumed that was her name. She couldn't remember how or why she was here, and if she tried to remember she would be faced by a flash of light blinding her like a deer caught in headlights, and a slight ringing in her ears similar to the one that you would get by the lack of sound in a tight space. Now her head turns to the sound, as she begins to... walk? She couldn't feel any floor at her feet but she could almost assure that she was moving.

She was truly dead, but shouldn't death feel less... underwhelming?