He stood up, looked at the big guy, looked around, thousands of inquiries were going through his mind, most of the questions started with where and who!! and followed by some profanity.
Growly soothing voice: Pick up your coffin, Deus Mortis is waiting for you Telos.
The boy: Deus Mor..? who the hell is Telos, am I Telos?
He looked around, and he saw a coffin with the lid open.
Without freaking out, he closed the lid and tried to carry it, but no matter what and how he couldn't manage to lift it, he did manage to drag and push it for a couple of steps.