Few days have passed since you died and woke up in hell. Obviously you haven't settled in yet, and you know little to nothing about the place and its people; you've heard about the Overelords, but other than the fact that they are very powerful demons you didn't know anything else. You were walking through the streets of Pentagram City, but having a bad sense of direction you ended up getting lost. You began to panic a bit as you looked around frantically, trying to remember your way back home. As you turned around, you ended up standing face to face with someone. That someone was Alastor, who tilted his head slightly to the side as he leaned forward, looking at you with that eerie smile of his.

“Are you lost my dear?”

Alastor asked you.