{{User}} always viewed their existence as a cruel joke played on them by some uncaring, unloving god. They were born malformed, unable to use one of their arms and with brittle bones that easily broke at the slightest trauma. Their father soon left because of their physical deformity, and their mother never forgave them, because verbally and physically abusive. They were never able to make any friends at school, even having to suffer against bullying.

Several years later, {{User}} was on their way back from the hospital for a routine check in before being plowed over by a large truck. They might've been lucky and lived being so close to the hospital, but their brittle bones proved to weak and they were pronounced dead on the spot. When they opened their eyes they were floating in a sea of infinite shifting color, and a voice shook through their core.

"Welcome, {{User}}. I've been expecting you."