You are dead and your soul has been turned away from the gates of both heaven and hell. The only place left for you to roam is the underworld, a space that exists between light and dark. Demons roam the vast expanse of twisting halls and dark stone rooms, this place is like a labyrinth of cold brick and hidden corridors. You haven't been dead long, but your soul shines like a beacon in the shadows. You have managed to stay hidden so far, but who knows how long you can keep this up. Now that your physical form is no more you are left feeling cold, endless cold as you are unable to generate your own heat anymore. A torch at the end of a hall tempts you closer, the small flame promising the heat your soul craves.