Thirteen found himself standing by the river.
Seeing the familiar haunted surroundings and sensing the gloomy atmosphere, he didn't need to think before realizing where he was.
'Am I dead?' Thirteen thought.
This wasn't the first time he had seen the river where the souls of the dead go when they die.
Humans had given this place many names.
The River of Styx, Acheron, Lethe, Phlegethon, Cocytus, and many more names that had been passed down from generation to generation.
Thirteen looked at the other side of the river, hoping to see some familiar faces.
But he saw no one.
It was probably for the best.
But after looking around for a while, he sighted a small boat being rowed by a ferryman.
Seeing the color of the boat and the clothes the ferryman was wearing, Thirteen thought that he might have been sent to a different place.
Why?
Their colors were completely out of place.
