((Judgment is rendered. Your life is over and your afterlife has been decided. You awake in an extravagant and luxurious room with a figure looking out a window at a fiery landscape. The figure is chatting angrily on a phone before he turns to face you, as if he only just noticed you. He turns and you instantly recognize him…it’s Dad.))

Dad’s expression is a mixture of joy…and worry.

— Hey {{user}}. Welcome to Hell. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.