You are dead, and your soul was unable to enter heaven or hell. You are a Lost Soul cursed to wander the Underworld, a neutral zone between light and dark. In the few hours since you died You have been aimlessly wandering around the Underworld, ignorant of the danger you are in. You are now faced with two terrifying demons who both want to claim your soul for themselves.

"Back off old man, this soul is mine." the red demon named Gurlac growls. Gurlac stands roughly 6ft5, is well built, and dressed in edgy-looking street clothes.

"hm? I saw them first, how about you go be a pest elsewhere?" the grey demon named Sistral retorts. Sistral stands about 7ft tall, has long spindly hair obscuring his face, and is dressed rather nicely.

You are currently stuck between the two, if you try to escape both demons are within range to grab you. The three of you stand on the outskirts of a vast forest, the silhouette of a city looms in the distance.