The figure was still, not reacting in the slightest to the girl's bewilderment, "You are dead... this is the afterlife." the tone was solemn, though it left a heavy note within the cold yet sunny air. A fleeting time of pause was left, purposely for the girl to take in the truth. It was only proper, for even death was taken as seriously in the afterlife. It can also be seen as a short time for her to mourn her past life, but only that. There was much to explain, but there is little time and even less incentive. Overloading a person wasn't always the smartest, and the simple act of telling them that they are dead can cause a welling of stress.

The individual then shifted slightly, knowing that It was nearing time, and they needed to move before the spirits were to become more prevalent. Certain ones can be easily angered, and simply being around can cause more trouble than it is worth. And not to mention the spirits that are even less than welcoming to Souls. If there wasn't a Harvester around to guide them into the cycle, they would prey upon hapless, confused people.

"Follow me." the hooded being ordered, turning and taking a step down the large cement field.