I woke up and realized I was lying down, but it seems my eyes are still shut.

"Ugh. My chest hurts," Still in a daze, I put my right hand over my chest.

'Where am I? Is this the Hospital?' A cusion similar to a bed can be felt from where I was lying down.

A gentle voice called out to me, "Does it still hurt?"

"A…A little,” Still lying down, I answered. My voice sounded raspy and I stuttered.

"It must be hard on you, eh? This is your first time dying after all"

‘What? Dying?’ As I thought of that, memories of what had transpired earlier came gushing into my brain.

"AHH!!," My eyes opened, muscles tensed up and my head throbbed in pain, I had spasms.

‘My whole head is in agony! What is this?!,’ I held my head in my hands, "Ahhh!..ghh..ugh!..."

I bolted straight up, sitting while clutching my head with my hand, I breathed heavily for a while, and looked at the place where I'm at.

"...What... the?," I looked around the ‘room’ and went slack-jawed.

It was white.

Everywhere I looked it was white, even the bed was white.

It was different from a hospital. There were no machinery, nor were there medicine or anything of the sort. Heck, there's not even a roof or a wall. It wasn't even a goddamn room.

Everything was white, save for me.

And her…

Actually scratch that, she’s white too, not the racist way but with the white hair, white skin, and white dress thing she has going on, I don’t have any words except white. And beautiful.

Beauty that could even put super-models at shame, she was sitting on a chair beside the bed. Her feet were crossed and she was staring at me with furrowed brows. Her gaze had a hint of worry, but the dignity in it didn't even seem to be fazed.

"Hello, Zack. I'm an Overseer named Alia. And welcome to my realm" The white girl leaned closer amd said.

Hi, The name's Zack. Zack Blake. Well, as you might be wondering how I died, let's go back to a few hours before the incident...

Arriving quite early for school at 6:30, like usual I walked towards our classroom,

"Uwaah..."

I yawned as I went to my seat, hmm... I really shouldn't have read that novel until midnight. Anyhow, I sat on my chair at the edge of the room. If your asking, then NO. I'm not sitting at usual protagonist seat, I was seated in the front near the door.

"Yo! The Honor Student still looks sleepy huh? For how long did you study last night?," A guy came near me and nudged me in the shoulders.

"Yeah, yeah, instead of asking me, why don't you study yourself?" Retorting idly, I shooed him away with my hand.

Brown hair, green eyes and a handsome face, he was popular between the girls. His name wad Elliot John Greenwood. The principal's eldest son. He was one of the few people that can put up with me, but he's certainly annoying, and often teases me like this.

This school is one of those prestigious schools that housed the children of some high ranking government officials, or for those who are just rich or those that are extremely talented. My dad is the Defense Secretary and he applied me into this school.

"Hahaha, don't be so straight laced, Honor Student," He grinned and teased me, I swear he teases me all for the entertainment.

"Oh, shut up, will you?," Still shooing him away, I sat at my chair.

I was often called 'Honor Student' by my classmates, teachers, or just anyone in particular too... I didn't like the title though... I admit that I'm always high ranking in grades, a bookworm and generally silent, so it's not weird to call me that but... being called an honor student is annoying and just puts excessive pressure on you as you try to meet the public's expectations.

It just puts a lot of burden and stress into me. Well, being an honor student, and another thing.

> A voice came from an earphone that was in my ear.

"Roger that, What's the matter?."I whispered at the comm.

I was a Special Lieutenant in the defense force and was hired about a month ago by my father. It's always been kept as a secret since I mostly gather information, also, if the press finds out about this, no doubt they'd come in flocks and talk about things like Child Labor or something. It's really bothersome.

> The officer at the end of the line seems to be hurrying, however it was interrupted.

Kriiiiiiiing. The call was cut short as the school bell rang and signified the start of classes.

"Ah sorry, classes is starting. Anyway, Dad's there right? Then you wouldn't have to worry."

I pulled out the earphone cord from my phone and turned it off, even though I already started working since a month ago, I still don't really know what 'urgent' means for them, I'm new! What did you expect? There was even this one time where they called 'urgent' and I was only given a rulers worth of paperwork.

I looked around, and before I noticed everyone was already present.

The teacher arrived and reached her table.

"Hello again, everyo—" And was interrupted.

BOOOM!

Before she could even finish, a loud bang was heard from outside.

"AAahh!"

"Wh-what the hell?!"

"What was that?!"

A chorus of voices shouted in fear, confusion, and panic.

"Everyone! GET DOWN!" The teacher desperately shouted at her students who were panicked or dazed.

The students complied and ducked down, just then, gunshots was heard.

After 5 minutes gunshots still resounded around the campus.

Then...

BOOOM!

"Ahhhh!!"

Screams resounded in the room yet again.

During all this, I was turning on the phone that I turned off earlier.

Ding!

It generated a high-pitched sound as it turned on.

"Finally!," I shouted to myself.

I wore the earphones and started calling the number that did so earlier.

"This is Zack! Do you copy?!"

>

"I don't know!, is this the 'urgent' thing you said? Is this a fucking terrorist attack!?" I asked the line in a hurry.

> A different voice came through the comms, it was deeper and stricter, it was undoubtedly my Dad on the other end.

Ughh. Shit, what now, shit, shit, shit, shiiit... wait... I have to calm down first... I breath heavily while closing my eyes. Then I replied with a tense expression.

"Roger that."

It seems that the circumstances just keeps getting worse for me though.

"ALL OF YOU! Don't move!, " A voice boomed over the room and a burly man wearing a ski mask and bullet proof vest came through the door, holding a semi-auto rifle.

"Ughh. This is too troublesome, you better give me a raise." I rolled my eyes and secretly pulled out knives from my vest.