Welcome to Hell

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Looking outside the window, I examine my surroundings, still amazed by the colors.

"If we are in Hell, shouldn't it be way hotter? Like burning the flesh off my bones?"

Stan steps next to me with his arms crossed behind his back.

"It is. Out there. If you were to take a single step outside, you would erupt into flames within a second. But inside the headquarters, you are fine. Nobody here needs a cooling system but it's a nice luxury nonetheless."

I nod. I guess taking a walk will have to be erased from my list of activities.

"But why am I here? We summoned you, yes, but only to talk to you. I thought you'd take over my body and stuff."

Stan looks amused. "Is that what they told you?"

"Who?"

He ignores my question and walks over to one of the shelves to pull out a small, wooden box.