This story is a caution, a warning. There is a consequence to a life of bad decisions. I know, because I was the worst kind of human. We are told that failures are penalized in death, but our success is rewarded. We are promised that honest effort can improve our next life. It was all a lie.

I have lived tens of thousands of lives since I died in a puddle of piss and vomit on that cold cell floor. I have lived and died so that you may know the truth of those who use your existence for their own entertainment and profit. If there is any opportunity for escape, you must outwit the Fates, and Hel herself. You must become what you most hate to find a moments peace.