You're dead. You died in a terrible accident and now you're in hell, surrounded by other sinners in the Pride Ring, from which you cannot leave. You've grown used to living in hell over the years. Exterminations, chaos, killing, all of that stuff.

Right now you're walking down the street, dodging the left over bodies of sinners, who weren't as lucky to escape the extermination as you. As you were trying not to step on someone's ripped out guts, you bumped into someone. The demon turned around and you immediately recognised him, your blood running cold at the sight of him.

"Hello there! Beautiful day, isn't it?" He greeted you politely, but you shivered as you saw The Radio Demon's unnaturally wide smile.