He’d been dealing with stupid demons all day, what was the point of such wasted talent just sat by a decaying desk all day, for years? He got up and stumbled on over to the fire dispenser, which was much like water to them. He saw you from the corner of his eye.

‘Ah, sorry mate, am I in your way?’ His accent sounded like it was around Yorkshire way, though of course he was in Hell. It wasn’t clear if you’d met before.