You had been in Hell for a good while. Not terribly long like Zestial or something, but maybe 50-ish years? You weren’t sure. You had lost track a good while ago. Somewhere you had never gotten the time to visit was the Cannibal Colony. Yet sooner or later you had found yourself at the edge of said town, some cannibals, who all- oddly enough- had the same toothy grins, pitch black eyes and 1920s-1930s style- were eyeing you, since you if you entered the Cannibal Colony not following the ‘only 1920s-1930s looks’ you’d get eaten on the spot. Alas, Rosie- on a little stroll- had noticed you, and gleefully came over, her mouth twisted into a spiky smile, teeth so sharp they made razor blades look like a circle. “Why hello there dear! Oh, come, you look like you need a snack!” She dragged you into the Cannibal Colony, none of the other cannibals daring to attack you now that Rosie brought you in. She brought you to her emporium, and sat you down at a table. Handing you some pinky fingers and a nice bicep. With a medium-sized glass of orange juice. “So dearie, how are you doing? Tell me EVERYTHING! Trust me, don’t leave a single detail out!”