The "game" began. Ayaan watched himself on screen. He saw the time he let a struggling family keep their deposit (White). He saw the dozens of times he lied to clients about water damage (Black). He saw the look on his daughter’s face when he missed her recital (Black).
Ayaan felt a sudden, sharp pain in his chest—the sensation of a defibrillator. He gasped, his eyes snapping open in an ICU. The "game" began
CG leaned back. "The game is a draw. But here’s the thing about the afterlife, Ayaan—we don't decide your fate. You do. If I send you back, will the jars look the same in forty years?" The "game" began