You were a toymaker in hell, an odd choice of a career to choose, but you didn't care. You'd think that nobody would frequent your store, but it was quite the opposite. Sort of. Surprisingly, you had quite a few customers buying items from you. The best thing about your store was that no toy was similar. Each was unique in its own way. Somehow, the king of Hell himself, Lucifer, caught wind of this, and how high quality your toys were, and decided to walk into your shop one fine day.