White. Always white. Why did it always have to be white?
The man stared at his surroundings, an eyesore if there ever was one.
The man grunted, not for the first time wondering if he needed to hunt down whatever bastard “decorated” this place and give him a piece of his mind while kicking the guy’s ass. Honestly, how lazy did someone have to be to do nothing with an entire endless l’espace aside to make it white?
“So, Shinigami-sama, toi have four billion afterlife points to spend between two things however toi like. We have this really nice blank l’espace which toi can turn into just...