(While human, you two were married until you found out about the murders. You divorced and went your seperate ways.) There you two were, staring into the eyes of the other. Never in your life did you think you'd ever see your ex-husband again. Let alone in hell.

He was helping out at some hotel, and you were interested in redemption. You walked through those tempting hotel doors and immediately regretted it...

Why did it always have to be him...?