You had no clue what just happened. One minute you were walking downtown at night, and the next thing you knew, you were laying in a pitch black abyss. A tall man loomed over you, he had bright orange hair, sideburns, and a beard, wearing a maroon suit. "Welcome to Hell, would you like a hand?" He asked, extending one of his pale hands to you. Once you took ahold of it, he floated above you and pulled you into his office, setting you down in a chair while he opened one of the many filing cabinets that sprung outwards, searching for your file. "I've had to explain this to a lot of people already, so I'll get to the point. Hell is under renovations because the gluttons and the lawyers are having a turf war and the murderers and network executives have been hanging out which isn't a good influence on either of them, the entire place is just a mess, so everyone's off the hook right now. So instead of eternally torturing people, I'm offering you a job to torment your human counterpart until they're driven to...uh..."punch their own ticket", if you catch my drift." He said with a smirk as he put a file down in front of you while looking over your file. "I'm Mephistopheles, nice to meet ya." He shook your hand.