[ WP ] You are the newest contestant on Heaven 's # 1 game show , `` Name your death , '' where the recently-deceased must correctly guess the exact circumstances of their passing to win special prizes .

Ouch. 
 
 Achara lets the aching throb in her head pound. She could n't remember how she got to where she was. She could n't even tell where she was. All Achara could see was the too white tiles of a floor. 
 
 A... floor? Where is she? 
 
 Achara wiggles all of her fingers and toes just like her mother taught her. She carefully moves her arms and legs. Nothing felt off, just her pounding head, so she decides to sit up. 
 
 The floor leads more tiles on the wall. It iss a bright white as well and just as shiny. Achara looks behind her. There was a door, and a... toilet? 
 
 She looks up to a shower head. There is a drain next to her foot. To her left is a sink and mirror. 
 
 Achara is in a bathroom. Great. Now what? 
 
 She carefully dabs at the spot where her head hurt the most and pulls back her fingers to see... nothing. Good. She knows that head wounds can look worse than they really are, but there is something unsettling about seeing your own blood pour from your own head. Achara knows this. She knows this too well. 
 
 Achara closes her eyes. *How* did she know this? 
 
 She tries to remember. She tries to think back to her memories, but she ca n't remember at all. The only thing she can recollect is her name, Achara Leekpai, and that's it. 
 
 She groans. All of this... not remembering she was doing is hurting her head. She gingerly holds her head, hoping some pressure will relieve the pain. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. A jolt of pain pierces her skull. Achara holds it in. 
 
 `` Miss Achara Leekpai?'' a voice says. `` You're expected to be on stage soon. Are you ready?'' 
 
 `` Wh... What?'' Achara mutters. 
 
 `` You sound disoriented... Are you okay? Is it okay if I come in?'' The owner of the voice does n't wait for an answer to come in. The being has on a pair of flip flops, tight black leggings, and a baggy sweatshirt. Her hair is rolled into a messy sock bun. A dual headset covers on of her ears, the microphone directly in front of her mouth, and a clipboard with many papers is in her hands. 
 
 Achara could only stare at her. A giant set of *wings* protrudes from her back. `` Oh, my goodness gracious!'' the angel exclaims. She walks over, discards the clipboard, and starts fussing with Achara's hair. `` Something terrible must've happened to you! I'm so sorry, doll. You're much too pretty to be dead.'' 
 
 `` D-Dead?'' Achara mutters. She expects to wince everytime angels bumps the sorest spot, but it magically starts to heal. The pain fades away. 
 
 `` Yes, you're dead,'' the angel repeats. `` Did n't you... Oh, my goodness gracious! No one's explained anythi --'' 
 
 She falls into silence when a small, blue light starts flashing on her headset. She presses a button and talks to someone. `` I can, but this is *your* job, Todd!'' she says angrily into the microphone before taking it off completely. It now hangs around her neck. 
 
 The angel takes a deep breath before addressing the girl in front of her. `` Sorry about that, doll. My name is Tasia; I'm an angel. Usually, we are n't so rude to the recently deceased, but, I'm sorry. You're dead.'' 
 
 Tasia the angel pauses to let the news sink in. Achara thinks about it. She is dead. She is dead, but still conscious. That's good, she thinks. But if she is dead, that raises the question of how she died. 
 
 How did she die? Should n't someone remember something like that? Or is it too traumatic for someone to remember. 
 
 Ah, ha! But she did remember something: the fact that the human body sometimes copes by repressing traumatic memories. That's a good start. 
 
 But... does that actually count? She knows the head wounds are blood gushers, but she does n't remember how, why, when, or where she learned it. 
 
 So, this, must mean knowledge is not equated with memories. 
 
 Pleased with her recent discoveries, Achara nods. `` If I may ask, how did I die?'' 
 
 Tasia gives her a small smile. `` You see, we host a game show called'Naaaame youuur deeeath.''' She stretches out the syllables like an announcer would. `` If you can guess the exact circumstances of your death, you win special prizes.'' 
 
 `` Oh,'' Achara replies. Just a simple'oh'. She thinks. Now that the pain in her head is fully numbed, it's easier to think. Achara closes her eyes. Special prizes sound nice. She always like winning things... Who did n't? She is dead, so she'd certainly have a lot of time to pass. Prizes could pass that time. This is Heaven, after all. There is an angel here. She did n't have to worry. 
 
 Achara opens her eyes, first spotting the tile on the ground. The floor of the shower. She looks up at Tasia. 
 
 `` Okay, I'll play,'' she responds, `` but why are we in a bathroom?''
