Your attention is seized by the eight other shadows that cower beside you in a loose circle, eight humans. They stand around you, drab and dirty, wearing clothes that have seemingly had all the color drained out of them. Nothing immediately seems to link you, no commonality in race, gender, height, or appearance. Making eye contact, you can see the same sense of horror and confusion in their souls as in your own. Without breaking the silence, dawning realization settles over the group. Someone screams.
You are dead; each and every one of you is dead.
This is Purgatory.