Crimson walked down the street of the greed ring. Hell isn’t too busy on days like these, so Crimson was able to get in the store and get some things from it and walked back. He then heard death (gun shots, screaming, whatever), and hid quickly in an alley way.

“What the-…” Crimson muttered, as he had a Bostonish accent due to him being a mafia boss and whatnot.