“Overwhelmed with dread, we are in the company of the righteous”

“I hate the mob of evildoers, and refuse to sit with the wicked”

As I walk into the building, I can feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. Every step feels like it's leading me closer to my doom. I'm not sure why I agreed to come here in the first place. It must be some sort of sick, twisted game that fate is playing with me.

I take a deep breath and steel myself for what's to come. I know that there are only two possible outcomes: success or death. As much as I don't want to admit it, death seems like the more likely outcome.

I scan the room, looking for any sign of the evil that awaits us. But all I see is a group of people who look like they could do no harm. They sit there in their righteous glory, completely unaware of the horrors that await them.

I can feel my heart racing as dread consumes me whole. This is it... we're about to embark on a journey into hell itself.