Disclaimer: I do not own Exo or any of its members. I do not wish to own them, or anyone. I do not wish to own people. That has never ended well in the history of time. I do own, however, the OCs. But that is okay, because they are not real. I am allowed to own fictional things or people. This is a work of fiction and so I own it. Any similarities to your real life is either simply a coincidence or breaking the fourth wall in some way.

Warnings: This story is rated Teen and Above for for following reasons: swearing, dark humour and discussions about the concept of limbo, death and time as a social construct. Also do sandwiches with crusts taste as good as, or sometimes even better than sandwiches with crusts cut off?