You fall, and fall, and fall. And crash. Your body is sore, and you shakily try to sit up. Your arms wobble and your eye’s adjust to your new surroundings. The sand under you is red, and burns your skin slightly. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make you uncomfortable. You look up to where you fell from and the world above shines bright in comparison to where you are now. Hell. You look around and see it’s king on his throne. His eyes are bright and seemingly glowing.

“Welcome.”