Jacques tiringly opened his eyes, felt like he just passed a very long slumber. The first thing had appeared in from to his eyes after he gained back the consciousness was still the scenery of the Troma Square, but it was so bizarre. His current vision only showed him the tone black and white color tone. Also, his body was currently feeling so light, Jacques believed he could even fly with just a slight stomp on the ground.
But the most important problem. ‘So am I… dead?’ Jacques wondered himself. He looked at his hands, which were currently just the mist having the color of his soul: The red of passion, as his eye’s.
Jacques remembered Phillips and Maria used to tell him that after we died, our aura would be dissolved from our body and would vanish from the world after seven days. Dur……
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