God, today couldn’t get any worse. You have recently just died and have managed to end up in hell. You were on a small street as you were leaning against the cold brick wall, arms crossed as a clear sign that anyone should leave you the fuck alone. You growled slightly as you heard a low whistle coming from next to you.

“Goddamn, who popped your tits?~”

He spoke sarcastically, snickering lowly to himself, seemingly amused.