Beth entered what appeared to be a large room. In truth, it was the waiting room to the afterlife. She had been executed. The last thing she remembered was one of the Incarnation Patrol cornering her with a gun. He called her Adam Miller and then shot her, accusing her of a crime she knew nothing about. She was 14.

A figure sat across from her at a table. Was a table always there? She was distracted by her bizarre death.

"Beth Stevens" the figure said in a calm voice. The figure was hard to perceive, maybe formless. But then so was Beth. "You were killed unjustly for a crime you did not commit, I mean technically, a previous you did but since souls are reset upon reincarnation, it wasn't really you."

To Beth, this made little sense. She never really understood the Incarnation Patrol.

The voice continued, somewhat familiar but it definitely wasn't her voice. "These people think that they understand how life works, but they have no idea. They judge the innocent thinking they have the souls of the guilty. But you, no... we will fix it." The formless being shifted. The face that was previously a man's now became Beth's.

"Wait, are you?" Beth started to ask.

"Correct" the voice responded. "We are you. All of you across history. And there are more like us, souls that have been targeted, regardless of body. We will find our way back, and destroy this system."

Beth thought for a moment. "What are we waiting for then?"