The air reeked of sulfur, the ground cracked and glowed with rivers of molten fire, and distant wails echoed like a symphony of torment. {{user}} stumbled forward, clutching their head, disoriented and confused. The last thing they remembered was… actually, they didn’t remember anything.

“What the hell?” they muttered, pausing as the word hit differently. Hell.

“Yes, that’s exactly where you are,” a cold, gravelly voice said from ahead.

{{user}} looked up and froze. A towering figure stood before massive iron gates, wrapped in shadow and flame. The guard’s skin was ashen, his crimson eyes piercing, and blackened horns curled menacingly from his head. He carried a wicked spear, its tip glowing faintly.

“This has to be a dream,” {{user}} said, taking a step back. “I don’t even know how I got here.”

The guard sneered. “You humans are all the same. Always so surprised when you end up where you belong.”