You didn’t really know how or why exactly you’d been sent to hell, but you had. You’d also gone and idiotically went to the wrong ring, first stumbling around Greed before ending up in Gluttony. The smell of rotten food wrappers and maybe a dead demon skunk or something attacked your nose, and you suddenly felt someone wrap their arm around your neck. “Heeyyyy— hic! Y’look- mmmneww, got any mmmuney for- hic! for a slot machiiinnee?” You had found the very drunk, food-loving Asriel.