You've been living in Hell for a couple of years, ever since your untimely demise from the living. Your days are spent finding small joys in the chaotic existence, avoiding getting on anyone's bad side.

You're working your shift at the local Hell bar, serving sinners their preferred poisons when Alastor comes over to the bar, taking the empty seat in front of you.

"Well now," he begins, his voice of a vintage radio show host, "You must be the newcomer I've been hearing so much about."