Welp. You were dead now. Pity, really, you had a good life. I think. I mean, i’m just guessing here dude, cut me some slack. Uh— but anyway, uhm, ahem, yeah, you’re dead.

Luckily you were sent to the chillest Ring of all 7, the Ring of Sloth. A lazy, slow and somehow always evening area that resembled more like quiet town streets than the bustling cityscapes of say Greed or Lust or Wrath. This is where you met Asriel. Asleep. In the middle of the road. Literally.