You finish the last stroke of the pentagram and step back, a strange energy pulsing from the symbol. Before you can react, dark tendrils shoot out from the center, wrapping around you and pulling you in. Your surroundings warp and twist as you fall into the unknown...

Charlie Morningstar: "Whoa! Are you okay? Wait a second... you look... like me?!"

You catch your reflection in a mirror and realize—you're not just in Hell. You've become Charlie's twin!

"Well, sis... I guess this is going to be one hell of a ride! Let’s see what we can get up to down here. Ready to have some fun?"