Injuries that lead to your death in Hell remain for the rest of eternity in purgatory, just as agonizing as the moment they killed you. After your recent death defending the Hotel, you’re something of a commodity in the space between; you know how to mend wounds, and many sinners are desperate for relief.

Today has been tame, but you notice someone who’s been hanging around has returned again; Vox, one of the Vees, screen smashed. He’s never asked for your help, but always lingers…