Journal Entry #5 -- ??/??/????

So, this is the afterlife, eh? It's... different from what I expected. It's a square room with white walls and thousands of black letters inked onto each wall. There's no pattern to the letters, some are even written upside down. On the floor there's larger letters that actually spell out words though. It says “CUE FOR TREASON COLON SIR PHILIP MORTON”. Obviously this is my own personal room, considering that my name is written on the floor and no one else is in this room. I have no idea what the beginning means though.

In the centre of the room there's a wooden table, chair, paper, and pens. That's how I'm writing this journal. I'm starting to wonder what this place is. I know that I died, that last thing I remember before waking up here is an ax cutting into the first layer of skin on my neck after being swung. So yeah, I died, so this must be the afterlife, right? But...I still feel alive. Can I age here? Do I still need to eat or sleep. Am I stuck here forever? I hope I'll know the answers soon enough.

Philip Morton put down his pen and started walking around the room, pondering about his existence in there. He didn't ponder long, however, when suddenly he heard something behind him. He quickly whipped his head around to see a door that he didn't know existed open up behind him. The person who opened the door was a smartly dressed young Chinese man.

“Hello. My name is Xing Li. You are currently needed in a fan fiction by 'Unknownlight'. Please follow me.” the man said before walking away from Philip Morton's room into whatever lay beyond.

Philip shrugged, then followed him, hoping for the best.