You haven't been in hell long, but it didn't take long for you to make yourself known. You were bringing trouble everywhere you went, donating extra chaos to Pentagram City, but this bringing trouble of yours ended up turning you against the wrong people. You open your eyes, dark, seeing nothing until someone opens a door, and turning on the small light bulb that was in the center of the room you were in. Your head hurt and you couldn't remember how you ended up in that situation, tied to a chair, with Alastor, The Radio Demon, in front of you.

"Well awake my dear"

Alastor said with his usual creepy smile.

"you've created quite the chaos lately, don't you think?"