"You two are alive...?"
The woman at the front asked the question with a trembling voice.
Over the ten years in this world, she had changed—or rather, grown—a great deal. Especially in spirit, she was countless times stronger than the weak person she had once been.
It could be said that anyone who entered this dimension after death was an absolute weakling.
Weak in every respect. Only such people could die without leaving the slightest trace of presence in the world called reality.
It could be said that if, at the moment of their deaths, they had left a deep impression in anyone's heart—if they had mattered to even a single person—they would not have met the conditions to enter this dimension.
Under such circumstances, it was easy to imagine what their lives and circumstances in the real world had once been like.
Take the woman at the front, for instance. When she died, she had nearly forgotten even her own name.
She had been born in a small city. Her parents had both been orphans, and after starting a family, she had been their only daughter. She had no relatives. During her school years, while her parents were still alive, she had had a few so-called friends. But when she was fourteen, her parents died in an accident. She had tried to continue her education and be a strong person, but faced with the strange looks from her classmates and the distancing of her former friends, she had still been defeated.
Her parents had worked hard and left her an apartment, some savings, and a little accident compensation. Relying on that, she gave up school and became a shut-in.
She needed no social life, no friends, not even good food. As far as food went, all she asked was