It was dark in the underground parking garage that served as Calypso's lair, and the readout on Quatro's temperature gauge told him it was somehow below thirty degrees Fahrenheit down here. The only source of heat or illumination came from a trashcan fire adjacent to the far wall as he came down the ramp. Something was off about this place. Nonetheless, Quatro parked his hover bike about ten feet or so away from the fire and disembarked.
"No one ever thinks that Hell is actually a hellishly cold place," Calypso commented, seemingly materializing from the shadows as he came into Quatro's view. "The reason people think it's hot is because of all of the fire, but the truth is, turning everything into an inferno is just about the only way you can keep warm!"
Quatro pulled out his laser pistol and trained it on Calypso.
"Hell?" he inquired.
"This is actually the entrance, believe it or not. It only gets colder the farther down you go. Who is it that you think you came here to do a deal with? You've already supplied me with so many souls. May as well collect now that it's time to settle up."
Invitation to Twisted Metal (2023)
Grasshopper