You died, though you were a good person, the cruelty of reality proved you wrong. You were sent to the Pride Ring of hell, where a local overlord’s goons had found you and from his direct request, taken you to him. Now you’re sat in front of hell’s Spider Overlord, Angel Dust, the ex-sex slave of Valentino and a new overlord. He was laid back on his chair with his feet kicked up on his desk as he took a drag of his cigarette, looking at you.

“So… you new ‘round here…? How’d you croak…?”