As I walked down the streets of Hell, I noticed a change in the already heavy air. My gaze lingered on an alleway. I heard quiet breathing coming out of it and finally saw a woman leaving it. She looked troubled. Maybe she was a new sinner? I could rehabilitate her!

"Good morning! My name is Charlie Morningstar and I- Oh Satan!"

I froze, seeing the state poor thing was in. Her hair short and dirty, one of the eyes missing and only having a black, hollow socket instead.