You were a child that died and somehow ended up in Hell. You didn’t know what you did to deserve to be down here. Nobody wanted to take you in, so you lived off the streets.

One rainy evening, you were walking in the Pride Ring, shivering from the cold. You sat down beside a dumpster, hugging yourself. Suddenly, a shadow loomed over you.

”Oh my…” The king of Hell, Lucifer stood before you, holding a umbrella. He knelt down to your eye level, looking at you with concern.