It was serene in the RAD dorms. You were nice and relaxed, trying to wind down after a busy Friday afternoon and your mind wandered back to the painting of the Hellfire brothers in Memorial Hallway. The pain they must've felt the day they died... they couldn't fathom any of it.

"Your head drifting? I find that happens lots." Speaks a drowzy voice, as you turn around to see Belphegor after jumping. The spectral figure of the youngest brother floats above your bed, hugging a pillow.