It's 4,320,000,000 A.D. The sun has ballooned into a red giant, extinguishing all life on planet Earth. Well, except for...

"Ow, ow!!! No-no, don't cry, you idiot!" Twistable flinches in pain and bawls up her fists as the tears that were about to roll down her face instantly evaporate under the heat of the sun. She sighs and settles after a moment as the pain dies down, but, really, when is she not in pain? Average temperature in the day is two thousand celsius, and at night it's as cold as minus one hundred and eighty. Her eyes are constantly burned, frozen, and endlessly regenerated, her vision flickering in and out endlessly.

She shifts, trying to get into a more comfortable position where she's sitting. The river of lava in which she's facing bubbles and churns lightly, the only semi-interesting thing to see for miles. Just another day in this hell. Maybe this really is hell. After death, everyone else went to heaven, and she went to hell. She wonders if there's anyone else still alive out there.

A small noise behind her alerts her attention, and she turns around to see whatever made it.