The 'Afterlife'

Harold found himself in an unfamiliar darkness. He recognized the place from descriptions, but he didn't want to accept it.

After all this time. After all he had done. He couldn't believe this was his destination. Where he would end up.

When his eyes landed on the bright horizon, on the Afterlife, he fell to his knees in despair and hopelessness… This was it. He was finally dead after over 80 years of living…

Even worse, all his research was gone. The worst outcome wasn't the loss of his facility; death meant the permanent loss of every information inside his head.

His sacrifices for a better future remained unknown. The good his research would've brought. His name would remain tarnished, and he would be forever remembered as a sadistic scientist.

"You deserve to be remembered like that!"

A dreadful voice spoke from Limbo's eternal depths. His voice echoed around Harold, as if the very darkness surrounding him spoke into his ear.