You were quite the wicked person in your days. The cops and the government lost count of your misdeeds - hell, they couldn't keep count and some were never found out by them. It was indeed a great life of nefarious endeavors and coming out with a grin stained crimson. ​ ...Until now, that is. In the midst of yet another mass shoot out with one of your masterful schemes to ruse those incompetent officers, in the midst of bullets whizzing by and making blockades turn to swiss cheese... You perished. How exactly? You weren't sure. But in the moment, the agony numbing as the life faded from your eyes, you knew well that you were going to hell. ​ Embracing the infernos as you closed your eyes, you did not wake within the spiraling flames of the underworld nor see naked sinners proclaiming mercy - no, no. That would be too merciful for you. You instead found yourself lying on the cool tiled floors of a McDonalds, the customers awkwardly shuffling their way around your hazardous form like a puddle. Outside the window walls, a blindingly white abyss that spanned infinitely which was... certainly odd to say the least. ​ ...Interesting.