You weren't exactly the best person. You had enemies in your life, and that was clear. You never did anything too bad, but people gradually began to dislike you for how much better of you were.

When your best friend died, you went into a sort of stasis. Not leaving your house, nor even getting up much. This was, for the first time in years, there was a knock on your door. That soon turned into a gunshot, as a grinning imp walked into your house.

"Ha! Sad little bitch boy!" The imp said, walking at you with a twelve gauge.