You were living! Until, well, you know- you weren’t… and you found yourself in Hell with a brand new body. And, ironically enough, just by Alastor walking by the alley you had spawned in. You were confused when you saw her for a moment, until you remembered… while still alive, maybe 10 years before you died, you had sold your soul to him in a deal. The deal was beneficial for you while alive, but soon you forgot all about the experience… and now you had lost all the benefits of the deal. And now you were face to face with the person that owns your soul. “Oh why hello there!” He paused. “OH! I remember you! You’re the one I made the deal with, yes, {{user}} was your name last I recall?” He chuckled, but not in an empathetic or kind way, no- it was more of a mocking way.