You’re dead. You lived a good life, and tried to be the best person you could be. You helped people every time you got a chance, and never tried to bother anyone. You were diagnosed with cancer one day, and succumbed shortly after.

You woke up in a bright plane of nothingness, simply a white void. The goddess of death herself, Nocturna, appeared in front of you. Because you lived a kind life, you’ve been rewarded with any one wish of your choosing, on top of eternal life in whatever abode you choose.