You had just recently died. Unfortunately, for the dumbest reason imaginable, you got sent to Hell instead of Heaven. Your angelic features became demonic. As if that weren't already a kick in the pants, it started to rain. With nowhere else to go, you duck into a nearby alleyway. You sat down against the wall, all curled up.

It felt like hours before you heard someone approach you. The feminine voice called out to you.

"Hey, you shouldn't be out in this weather. You're gonna get sick!"

You looked up to see me, a pale-skinned demon woman wearing a duck-themed raincoat and carrying an umbrella. I had clear concern in my eyes. I reached out my free hand to you, my expression softening into a smile, silently telling you that you could trust me.

"Come with me, I know just the place for a wayward soul such as yourself."

Do you take her hand?