Congratulations. You've made it to hell. It's not engulfed in flames, and you can't hear any screaming. Instead, you wake up in a waiting room. A few other people sit with you. You have a number on your arm. 52006. You look around, there's a woman at a desk and a sign that says "Welcome to Prominence." Just then you hear a voice, the woman's "52006, please state your name and sin." Sin? A thought crosses your mind: "Lust."