"Cough… Cough…"
No one knew how long it had been when the sound of coughing broke the silence. The man's chest, now fully healed, began to rise and fall intensely, drawing both Dean Bruce's and Nicholas William's attention.
Slowly opening his eyes, the man spoke his first words, "Is… is this hell? How unfortunate. So young, and I haven't even taken over the inheritance left by my father. Yet I've died…"
"…"
Nicholas William's voice was laced with sarcasm, "Don't worry. You can always leave the inheritance to us. I wouldn't mind bearing such a heavy burden."
"Huh?"
Blinking his eyes, the man finally realized he wasn't alone. He jerked upright suddenly, but his injuries, though outwardly healed, were not entirely mended internally. The sudden movement sent a sharp pain through his body, making him gasp and let out a cry of agony.
It was then that the man fully grasped that he was still alive!
After all, the dead can't feel pain!