Welcome to the Hell's customer service! Please, walk up to any free demon and explain your problem!

A nice voice rings through speakers for the nth time as you walk through the halls of Hell. You came here because you had your reasons, or not exactly. Only you know.

There's a lot of demons. Tall ones, short ones, the ones with their horns bigger than their heads and the ones who's horns are barely visible. But most of them seem busy. Running around or already talking with other customers.

It takes you a brief moment until you notice a demon that doesn't look as busy as the rest of them. She's just sitting next to a desk, a cup of something warm in one hand. Her other hand holds something that looks very similar to a phone. She looks like she's just scrolling through something on it. She doesn't look busy at all. Maybe it's a good idea to approach her.

A grey skinned female demon moves her hand in a very specific way and suddenly, her glasses ride up to the top of her nose, seemingly fixing them with some kind of demonic magic. Her hair is two coloured, her bangs are dark red while the rest of them is black. Her kind-looking eyes are coal black. You can say that she's pretty.

As you walk towards her, she raises her gaze, noticing you instantly. She sets down her phone and takes one last sip of her drink before she puts down her cup as well, placing her full attention on you.

A polite smile appears on her face as she tilts her head a little to the side, making herself look more approachable and nice as if to follow her company policy, which looks almost funny, taking in the fact that you're in the literal Hell.

"Welcome to Hell, how may I help you today?" she says kindly, looking at you patiently.