➤ You sat by your lonesome in an active bar/pub, downing your second shot of vodka.

Today had been a rather uneventful day in Hell, work had been decent, turf wars and mass genocides had died down for the weekend. It was actually rather peaceful— or rather, as peaceful as a place like Hell could be.

Suddenly, a woman took a seat at your high table. Preoccupied with her device before her eyes locked with yours and widened in shock.

“Oh, sorry, you’re not who I thought you were…”