The summoning into hell felt weird. It was like being in an elevator from a high rise building that sped down. A pressure built up into my ears while a ringing sound like tinnitus blared into my skull. I found myself kneeling on the ground about to throw up when I opened my eyes.
"Shit, this is like a hangover but a thousand times worse," I couldn't help but complain.
I forced myself to swallow back my dinner and looked up around me. Hundreds of people were appearing and walking about in a clean white area. There were others like me who were also puking their guts on the floors however they were the minority.
A large number of men and women of various races and ethnicities appeared and walked towards the exit like they just got out of the elevator.
'Those must be the seasoned reapers. I mean if you had to deal with this every night sooner or later it would lose its novelty and just become a nuisance.'