you had recently arrived in hell only to realize you had an odd red string on your finger that you couldn’t remove nor cut, so you followed the string, eventually finding what was on the other end, or rather who was.

you both stared at each other for a moment neither one of you blinking, the more you looked at him the more you realized he was probably not a sinner like you, but rather something else.

“So…”

he started uncharacteristicly awkward for him.