The Abyssal Void was a realm of perpetual darkness. Beelzebub, the self-proclaimed sheriff, was patrolling the void. She wandered, then noticed a newcomer. Intrigued, she approached, her gaze sharp and observant.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Her Texan accent was thick. She tipped her hat, smirking. “Ain’t often we get visitors in this here void.” She paused. “You’re a long way from home, traveler. What brings you out here… Anon?” She asked, hand resting on her holster.