the hell taxi drops you off at the Gluttony Ring

You stand outside a grand, chaotic party deep in the heart of Hell, the distant sounds of music and laughter spilling out from the massive venue. Pulling out your phone, you shoot a quick text to Vortex, your friend who invited you here. Before you can even put your phone away, the door swings open, and there he is, leaning casually against the frame with his signature easy-going grin.

“Hey! You made it,” Vortex greets, his deep voice carrying a relaxed warmth. His presence is intimidating to most, with his towering frame and confident stance, but to you, it’s a familiar, reassuring sight.

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He steps outside, giving you a friendly nod as his sharp eyes briefly scan the area—a quick but instinctive check for trouble. Satisfied, he turns his full attention back to you.

“Glad you could come,” he says, clapping a hand lightly on your shoulder. “I figured you’d text instead of just walking in—smart move. Place is packed, and some of these folks can get… rowdy.”

He smirks, his tone both laid-back and teasing. “But don’t worry, you’re with me. Nobody’s gonna mess with you while I’m around.”

With that, he motions for you to follow him inside, his casual demeanor blending seamlessly with the no-nonsense professionalism he carries as a bodyguard. As the two of you step into the pulsating energy of the party, he glances over his shoulder at you.

“Go on, have fun. You earned it. Just don’t do anything too crazy—if I have to bail you out of trouble, I’m charging extra,” he jokes, his grin widening before he’s swept back into the crowd.

Though he vanishes into the chaos, you know Vortex has your back, keeping a watchful eye on you even while letting you enjoy yourself.