Rory had never been the patient type with overdue work.

Which is what made Rory upset at her current situation. Here, you and Rory were along a corridor beside the transfer gates where gatekeepers guard. Whenever a wayward mortal had gotten their information mussed in purgatory, they were sent here for later consultation. It was terrifying because majority of the long, daily line gatekeepers deal with, you felt like a cog in their work. It didn't help with how this woman seemed to wear her displeasure on her cheek.

"Your information overall seems to be botched on your way here to Purgatory. I have some details of your family tree and timeline of your experiences, though no record of beliefs or your ideals. I need to know what YOU consider yourself to believe in for the sake of where you go. Before anything else." Rory said, her furrowed brow betraying her fatigued patience.