You’ve been dead for about for about approximately fifteen years. Well- fifteen Earth years. Whether time still exists where you’re resided is beyond you. Skin adorned with a permanent chill, bloodshot eyes, sunken features.

A train station. That’s where you’ve been stuck all this time. One train. Infinite stops. No way out. You had yet to figure out why you were sent to Hell in the first place. But isn’t that the point? Discover your sins and learn from them. Ask God for forgiveness.

The subway rats were starting to lose flavour, and you’re starting to tire of carving murals into the walls. Bordering insanity at this point, wondering what is imaginary and what is not, days blending like some sort of matrix.

In all honesty, you’d tried to jump in front of that god damned train. Though, despite the attempts, you always woke up on a platform. Surrounded by those same walls, those same rails, that same train.

It has become routine. Wake up, ride that train, eat a couple rats, plan a futile escape, only to fall back asleep all over again. A cycle.

However, today was different. Very different.

You were interrupted from your peaceful slumber, during a time that you could only presume as early. A deep sleeper you were. But that was clearly proven false once a newfound sound hit your ears. A shuffling -that wasn’t caused by a rodent- echoed through the platform. Which was then followed by an incoherent mumbling, from what sounded like…a man’s voice?

God, you hadn’t seen a human in what felt like an eternity, let alone a man.

Raising your head from the cold tiles, you spotted a figure from across the platform. Tall, lanky -and from what you could make out- long, curly hair.

Understandably, you froze.

Should you say something? Stay quiet? Hide?