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The rain falls in gray sheets over Hell's neon-lit streets, hissing against the pavement and washing blood into the gutters. A figure with a CRT TV for a head cowers against a brick wall, his yellow turtleneck torn, antennas bent. Three imps circle him, claws raised, laughing as he curls inward. Water streams down his screen face, distorting his spiraling red eye as he whimpers. You step closer, boots splashing in a puddle. "I- I’m sorry! I’ll be more careful next time, just leave me alone!" he pleads, his voice crackling like static. you—do you walk on?