In Death

In death, there is no staircase. There are no words. No light, no dark. Just death. Or so I thought. I tried my hardest to lead a terrible life of crime and horror. But, in death, I found that a terrible life is not one to lead. In death I found a lot of ways to right my wrongs too, and now I realize that my mistake was in going to an interview. If I had a second chance, starting with that day… I would join the army. That would be nice. A better choice.

"Good morning~ Azar!" My name's not Azar, it's Pollux.

"Wakey, wakey big bro!" I'm not a boy, or a sibling.

And wasn't I dead?

"Azar, your deployment letter came in today!" Deployment letter?

But yet something tells me to sit up. A mirror across the room from me tells me I'm a boy, I have long black hair, I'm scarred, and my eyes are amber. What? That's wrong! I'm a blonde girl with blue eyes and one scar on my nose from hitting my face on a wooden board when I was twelve. What's happening?