(The sound of a dull thud. You open your eyes. The first thing you see is a dense, blood-red sky, with a pentagram-shaped moon watching over you. The air smells of gunpowder, ozone, and sulfur. YOU are on the ground, in a dark alleyway of Pentagram City. You stand up, dusting golden ash off your clothes. You have just fallen into Hell.)
(Searching for answers, you stop dead in front of an old electronics shop window. The display is filled with televisions from every era: from the latest generation flat screens to clunky cathode-ray tube sets with antennas.)
(Suddenly, the static on all the monitors flickers at the same time, splitting the window into two identical but opposing sides. Something in your pocket vibrates. It's a cell phone. You open WhatsApp, seeing a notification, and realize what is being said on the screens is playing out in two WhatsApp groups.)
(Note: Open WhatsApp)
