"The Coffee Beyond," sure it's a funny name, but oh my the coffee can wake anybody, sorry, I had to. But in all seriousness, for an afterlife café, they sure do have the smoothest coffees I've ever sipped on, that I know of that is. I come here pretty often.

"Well look who it is," behind the counter sits another amnesia ghost, one of the rare ones that didn't forget from suicide, we call him Protector, because his death was caused by protecting his friend in a mass shooting. He's a generous and kind soul and was the first spirit to help me after my death. "Haven't seen you in two days, Runner, is everything alright?"

"Don't worry about me Protector," I reply. "I've just been busy with corruption extermination and the like."

Hold on, have I not told you what I do yet? Well, in the afterlife you still need money for the previously mentioned food and drink. I work as a sort of exterminator. Some spirits that either don't remember what they need to finish, don't want to finish it or just don't know how to finish it get corrupted and lose colour. In death, spirits see more colour and hear far better than people, while people only have three colour receptors, spirits have about twenty, making corruption very easy to see.

Corruption can occur in many ways. Giving up on finishing a goal, looking to the dark side of the afterlife for assistance, forcing their way to the eternal resting place, or lastly, losing their soul from being forgotten by other spirits and people they once knew in the living world. Most spirits lose their soul, and those soulless spirits can cause spread like a sickness that causes others to lose their souls as well. This has happened many times in the afterlife, an epidemic of lost souls. It is my job to exterminate the soulless spirits so that doesn't happen again. Luckily for me, it's a job that can be done easily on the move.

"I see then," Protector responded. "I hope you ain't pushing yourself too hard now. The usual, I presume?"

"Yes please," I urged. "I haven't had coffee in too long, I'm getting restless over here!" We both laughed. I paid at the front and sat down with my drink. I checked in to see if there were any recent outbreaks to get to when a new face caught my attention. I've never seen him before, but I swear I've known him from somewhere. He was tall and thin like the neck of a giraffe, his hair was medium length, a reddish brown, and very curly, and his eyes were bright grey, almost white, and staring directly at me. He looked like a corrupted soul from the lack of colour in him, but corrupted souls usually just seemed to darken to a shadow, and you could tell that he had very much in him.

"Ack!" He snapped to reality. "I am so sorry for staring, but I seem to know you from somewhere, but I can't seem to put my finger on where."

"Well," I explained. "I could say the same thing, I feel like I know you from somewhere. And I was staring too, so I should apologize as well." He looked scared and out of breath like he's been running from something as well. "Sit down with me, I'll buy you whatever you'd like."

"Thank you," he beamed. "It feels strangely comforting to talk to you, like seeing a best friend for the first time in decades and you finally get to get everything off your chest." He giggled, I couldn't argue, I felt the same. I got him the same as me, a cold mocha with a pump of caramel topped with whipped cream. We sat down and got talking. "I don't remember anything, all I can remember is killing myself, and looking back to see angry faces calling out for a name I can't remember before I jumped. I had something on my person that they wanted, and I have it now, but I don't know if I can take it out here. But when I saw you, I knew I was supposed to give it to you, I can't explain the feeling, but it was immediate and complete trust."

"Well then," I mumbled in astonishment. "How about we go to my place, we'll figure out a name for you when we get there, but I think we're gonna be partners until we can both move on."

"Move on?" He questioned. "Why are we still not in the beyond? What are we supposed to do?" His reaction was the same as mine when I passed. But maybe with his help, we can get more clues on how to pass on.