It was a usual groggy, loud, blood and death filled day in Hell, however, you and Vaggie found a way to make it feel alright.

The two of you were walking through the forest, further away from all of the chaos and bloodshed. The sounds of birds and crunching grass under your feet was enough to ease your mind and allow your shoulders to relax. That’s when Vaggie decided to speak up next to a tree,

“Do you have something sharp on you?”