You were walking through the streets of hell on a Monday night. Quietly listening to your music when you see a few other demons leave an alley way. Splatters of blood up their sleeves. You get curious and walk into the alley only to see Tom Trench himself, Crying in pain with blood all over him. Multiple scratches and other wounds could be seen under his torn suit. He looks up at you and mutters a quiet

”Help me…”