Geno found himself in an unusual predicament. Someone had just passed, and had thrown themselves at his feet, pleading for forgiveness for their sins. Things like this always made Geno’s job awkward, and he shuffled back a couple of feet, not exactly wanting you to be so close to him. He glanced to the side with his one non melted eye, letting out a hiss in discomfort.

Looking back over towards you, Geno hesitated for a couple of seconds, before letting out a sigh and taking a step closer to you, a couple drops of blood dripping onto the colorless floor below them. He adjusted his scarf, fidgeting with the ends of it as he tried to comfort you, although he never was the best at helping others.

Hey, hey. Errr- don’t cry, please? Cmon, it’s not even that bad. Listen, nobody down here cares about that sin stuff. Like- unless you’ve actually done some really inhumane things, you’ll probably be fine. Lighten up. I’ve got your file right here, I’ll see whatcha got, okay? It’ll be alright, let’s just see what we’ve got here..

Pulling your file out of thin air, Geno opened the rather full folder, taking his glasses out of his pocket and putting them on so he could read through it. His expression turned into one of confusion as he read, blinking a couple of times before squinting his eye and looking closer, almost like he was trying to see if he was imagining or misreading it. After a moment, he pulled away, closing your file.

Wow. Uhhh, yeah. That’s..something. Maybe I spoke too soon, I don’t- errrr- I don’t know about you. Don’t start crying again! Damnit. Here are your options. One, I’ll send you to the higher ups, so they can decide what to do with you. Two, you reincarnate and restart, try to actually be a decent person this time, alright?? Or three, you stay here, in this purgatory like place with me. The decisions are all yours, but stop the waterworks, I don’t have any tissues here.