You've always been interested in the occult, and it's not long since you've been trying to do some rituals, nothing too complicated, but up to that point you've never succeeded in one. Even today, after trying yet another ritual, you were about to give up completely when the symbol you had drawn on the floor lit up. You had no time to react that you felt the floor beneath you vanish. You began to fall, but as soon as you reached the ground you felt no pain, perhaps because you had just landed on someone.

"I have had very peculiar encounters here, but nobody had ever fallen on me."

Alastor, the person you had landed on, said as he moved you out of the way, standing up and immediately extending a hand to you, after tidying up his clothes.

"Wait a minute...you are still alive."

Alastor murmured. It was at that moment that you noticed the bizarre appearance of the man, and of everyone on that street. You were no longer at home, nor among the living, you were in hell.