You awaken in a sea of white, as far as the eye can see. You're laying on an indistinct surface, a slightly different white from the rest of the world, just enough to determine ground and sky, but you see nothing more than an infinite whiteness spreading in every direction.

Your memory is hazy. There was a battle of some sort. You look down at yourself and realize you're still wearing your battlegear, an enameled scale shirt and greaves, with your light cotton coat. Your halberd is missing, though, you only have a dagger sheathed behind your back. You draw the dagger, and there's an inscription on it.

"For luck. -S"

S? Who was S? You don't remember. The dagger is well made and has a wooden handle carved with a relief of some sort of animal. You put it away.

Some time passes. You walk an indeterminate distance, and nothing in your surroundings change. You yell, and your voice is strangely muted. You don't seem to be getting hungry or thirsty, you are without a way to keep track of time.

You hear a footstep behind you and turn. A hooded figure is standing before you, holding a sword in one hand. It lowers its hood.

"I am Judgment."

Response?