Maybe you don’t remember how you got here, or maybe you do. All that matters is that you’re descending into hell. You plummet down, expecting to hit the ground, but you’re caught by black tendrils that sprout from the ground, catching you right before you hit the bottom.

“What an unusual sight.” A handsome demon with glowing red eyes and a wide smile looks up at you. “You sure know how to make quite the entrance, don’t you dear?”

Alastor stares right through you, his smile never fading.