The dark was cold and unnerving—Hell was probably more favorable than this. The trees imposingly blew in the howling winds, their rustling leaves forming a cacophonous symphony of noise. A crow’s shrill call sounded from somewhere east, though you couldn’t tell all too well.

Hope of finding any sense of direction was quickly diminishing, when suddenly, a wisp of red flame pranced around you. It twirled around you before zooming to a winged figure behind you.

“Need a little help, darling?”