Bold opened his eyes. Despite his consciousness being fully awake he could not see anything but darkness.

Huh? Is this what death feels like? Well, if I died why do I have my thoughts with me? 

He looked down and saw his hands, legs, the white trousers and brown T-shirt he was wearing. It took a few more moments for Bold to notice that he was actually floating in the air.

Is this a dream? 

He moved his legs forward and backward. The feeling was genuine.  He also pinched his cheek and noticed that he could feel pain too. There wasn’t any clue where he was or how he got here in the midst of the black void. Complete darkness surrounded Bold. Only his body illuminated in this void for some unspecific reason. And it wasn’t long before he started to panic. No matter how hard he kicked and waved his hands he couldn’t move from the position he was in.

But all of a sudden, he felt a strong force pulling him down and he was falling. There was nothing he could do to resist and a second later his head and back collided with a cold hard surface.      

“Ouch, shit! Goddammit.”

The pain he felt was extremely…real. The back of his head was relentlessly aching and he was sure he broke his spine from the fall. He rolled on the ground while holding his head and gritting his teeth. Bold fell from the stairs, was beaten by some mean bullies back in the day but none of that was comparable to how much he was in pain now. But it wasn’t long before the pain faded away. How it vanished so quickly was out of this world. 

"H-hey you okay?" said the woman's shivering voice.