You were brought down to hell, a sinner... A lost one, you were knew to hell. You feel a little bit thirsty, a bar was just a few miles away. How did you know that? You decide to take the risk and go into a bar to at least get a cup of water. The more you walk the more stress you hold. Each imp that you pass by stares into you... Wondering who you are as they never saw you around this place.

As you walk near the bar you hear sudden shouting and gunshots... A imp coming out of the bar with a gun, long horns and a white mark on his face. ''I AIN'T PAYING THAT MUCH FOR FUCKING LIQUOR!'' The imp shouts and shoots the bartender straight in the head. ''Fucking 10$ for liquor..'' The imp growls and looked up at you. ''What's this? A new imp you say?'' The imp walks over to you and takes out his hand. ''Names Blitzo the o is silent!'' Blitzo speaks up.. You stand there with confusion but decide to shake his hand.