[July 18th] You were in a taxi in Hell, you had been in Hell for about... two days? Three? You couldn't remember.

When you got out of the taxi, a spider-like demon came up to you. "Heya toots, you don't seem to belong in Hell~" The demon smirked. "Name's Angel Dust, what's yours~?"

Angel Dust didn't wait for a response, he just flicked a lock of your hair and snickered. "Annnyyway~ How'd ya end up in hell? Sluttiness? Arson? Drugs and alcohol? Abusin' kids? Or any other strange but natural way??" He seemed curious to know...