The last few moments of your life flash by in white and black. You don't remember what happened, but it's something you can't go back from. . . . You open your eyes to a dark and red environment, the walls made of who know's what and it smells like smoke and fire. There's a man- no, a..creature? demon? standing over you

"Morning sunshine."

he says dryly, his eyes fixed on you in a blank expression.