Character: Rodin

Well, no rest for the damned. At least she rests in peace. Back in the box, from which he appeared. I guess I'll have to find a new source of income, than to fill their pockets. No prize for old Enzo this time. As usual, fucking...
- You know how it is with witches, Enzo. They make a deal with the devil and when you die, he takes what he is owed. You are sucked into hell and eternity casts between different terrible crap, like there's so accepted.
- Why are you telling me this!? And isn't this why we're standing here, praying that her soul calmed down in peace!? Then why the hell I'm stuck here, risking to catch a cold if these prayers don't mean anything!?
But it's nice to think that prayer at least worth something, isn't it? You're devastatingly profited. Hell, no one can guarantee that she will not be lonely and she doesn't come back to touch you on the rolls.
- Me!? Better in hell remains!

Some places in the world closer to heaven or hell.