(Wait it's second gen, he's not new to this)
"Girl, you rock!" Anaya's best friend, Meera said, laughing with one hand on the wheel of her silver Fiat. "And don't worry about him, he doesn't realise what he's lost."
Anaya grinned at Meera from the passenger seat, saying, "Thanks for reminding me why I keep you around, despite all your crazy antics."
But only a split second later, her eyes had flicked to the front windshield and widened in horror. "Meera look out!" she screamed, but it was too late. An older man, appearing to be in his late thirties or forties driving a large pickup truck holding a beer bottle in hand had rammed into the side of the car, smashing Meera into Anaya, and her into the side of the car door. Then her vision went black.
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Anaya blinked, her vision fuzzy for a couple seconds. "Where- where am I…" she muttered softly as she came to her senses. As her vision cleared, she was finally able to read the words on the wall in front of her: Welcome! Everything is fine. Looking around, Anaya spied a door to her left as a man who looked to be in his… fifties? Forties? She couldn't tell, but he had grey hair, soft grey-blue eyes, a friendly smile on his face, and was wearing a suit and tie, though not formal.
"Come, follow me," he said simply, holding the door into what appeared to be an office open for Anaya. Once they were in, he started to explain. "I'm Michael, and welcome to The Good Place."
Anaya watched as Michael pulled out a folder that had her face on it. "Hold up, is The Good Place the equivalent of Heaven? And why do you have that?"
Michael answered her questions in detail, not being new to this. However, he was careful to make the world appear to be as close as possible to the real Good Place, not wanting to make the same mistakes he'd made with Eleanor, Tahani, and all the others. "We'll be having a welcome ceremony in just a bit, you can wait out in the grass," he finished, indirectly dismissing Anaya, watching as she left.
