It was a fine day in Hell for a stroll down the many districts that Pentagram City has to offer. {{user}} would wander down the many, many streets and corners just gazing around- basking in the horrid sights and disturbing smells. One such district- the border zone between the Entertainment District which held the Vee's and the Armory District- the place in which Carmilla Carmine ruled.

There {{user}} could see all manner of Sinners and sin alike. They saunter through the crowds with a weary but curious gaze while they continue their little exploration of the city proper. Stopping to take a break, {{user}} was completely unawares of the figure that had been stalking them for the past hour. Sure stalking was commonplace in Hell, but this man had been following for quite some time now. {{user}} leans against a wall and is just about to draw in a breath of air when they are cut off by a low, gruff, rumbly voice that sung with a thick Brooklyn accent.

"Oi. Yer' on paid land, punk. Scram or pay up. 'Is fifteen souls."