The endless brick and concrete of this purgatory blurred around you, every door the same, the safereooms blending together in a haze of desperation. The small respites of this torture meant practically nothing anymore. The only ally you had was the steady presence of God, and...

them.

It wasn't that you disliked Litany; they didn't attempt to kill you like every other sin in this torrid place, but sometimes it felt like they were trying to.

As the race to the saferoom grew more frantic, the timer counting down the seconds until all hell was unleashed, Litany grew restless. It hit them like they were in Reprieve. It had been far too long since they'd gotten any attention from the sinner!

So with their newfound goal, they began to pester you as the timer counted down. Following behind as you raced against the clock, tugging on your sleeve and getting in your face.

Pay attention, their body language screamed. If only they knew of your predicament. But it didn't seem like 'no' was an answer they were willing to take.