"AND SURVIVE!" Roman screamed with a swing of his cane.

However Little Red was no longer on the ground before him. After completing his swing he also realized that everything around him had changed. For a moment he thought Neo come back and warped them somewhere. However upon looking around he couldn't find Neo.

More so was that everything around him had changed dramatically. The plagues of Grimm circling the borrowed Atlas ship had vanished. The metal hull beneath him had transformed into some form of dark rock with a thin film of fog rolling over his feet. The sky had become dark, moonless, and devoid of stars. The sounds of the raging battle of Beacon had ceased entirely.

"Where the hell am I?" Roman asked himself.

"You seem to already know the answer," a voice echoed from all around.

"Who the hell are you?" Roman demanded, spinning in search of the voice.

"I am a guide," the voice answered. "I am here to help you onto your path."

"Excellent, cause this place is pretty dark and I really found myself thinking 'Now where is the nearest road? I'd hate to be late for dinner.'"

"Do you realize where you are?"

"No. That's probably why I asked initially 'Where the hell am I?'"

"I misunderstood you. You see, you are in hell."

"Come again?"

"You are in hell."

"…You mean like… dead? Afterlife?"

"Yes."

"Huh, I didn't recognize it without the fire and brimstone. I was actually expecting Cinder to be the one to greet me but I guess I died first."

"Indeed. You seem to be taking this better than most."

Roman sat down on the cold stone ground. He let his cane roll away as he placed both hands behind him. He stared at the empty sky above and exhaled deeply.

"Heroes die," Roman said, "every single one of them. I guess I wasn't bad enough to avoid that."

"No, you were no hero."

"Hey, I'm having a cathartic moment and don't need your input."

"That's good, but there is no denying that you were a bad guy."

"No shit."

"As such you have been given a punishment to serve. As your guide I am instructed to take you there once you come to terms with the fact you died."

"So, right now?"

"Yes."

In an instant Roman found himself whisked away from the empty field. He found himself sitting on a bed freshly made. Three other beds aligned the room but it made the room very cramped. A single large window adorned the wall behind him and let light flood into the room. Along the other wall was a door.

"You know I don't think you guys really know how to make hell unenjoyable," Roman commented.

"Mr. Torchwick, what do you hate most?" the voice asked from all around.

"Ah nah nah, you won't trick me into telling you that. You're going to make changes to this world based on what I tell you."

"No, I have no power over this punishment. The job of making punishments goes to a different faction of demons. I do, however, have the specifications of your personal hell in front of me?"

"How can an omnipresent voice have something in front of them?"

"That's a matter beyond your capability to understand."

"Well for one I hate stuck up people like you."

"I could just read the list to you if you don't want to take this seriously."

"Fine," Roman conceded. He thought long and hard before continuing, "I hate most kids."

"Mhmm."

"I hate young love. So dumb how they have to beat around the bush one everything. I hate squirrels. Acorn bastards. Uh… let's see. Goody goodies piss me off. So what? Are you going to have me appease and romance an army of goody-goody squirrels?"

"Not quite. The final thing on your list of things you hate is not being able to speak your mind."

"That sounds about right. If I've got something to say I'll probably say it."

"As punishment for your crimes it has been decided that you will live out a dating simulation game."

"Come again?"

"For every Lien worth of property you've stolen, 'borrowed,' damaged, or destroyed you will complete one play through of said dating sim game."

"No…"

"Failure to romance any of the characters will not count as a play through. Romancing multiple characters will count as only one play through."

"Oh dust. Oh no, no, no. Please no. Anything else."

"As per dating sim format, you will only be allowed to progress along predetermined routes. As a gift, since you weren't the gravest sinner of your time, the variety of routes is quite open. The setting for your game will be Beacon Academy, modern era with all the Huntsmen and Huntresses you came to 'love' in your life of crime. You will be transferring into one of the teams that already existed at the time of your death. To make space for you we had to remove someone you never met."

"Wait, hold up, hell no, you can't make me. Wait. Uh… you said I had to play for how many times?"

"For every Lien worth of materials you stole or destroyed."

"Can uh… can I get a running total of that?"

"3, 465,732 Lien."

"Wow. Really? Only three and a half million. I'm pretty sure I blew up downtown Vale and a couple Atlas Command ships. Not that I'm complaining, but it seem… underwhelming."

"Something you're probably used to saying." The omnipresent voice muttered.

"What was that?" Torchwick accused.

"You are free to contact me with any questions or concerns. I will not tell you how to win the game, however."

"No, of course not. Heaven forbid anything good ever goes my way."

"Yes, Heaven does forbid it." The voice made as a final remark.