There's a old man who lives at the edge of hell, an icy wasteland. Every now and then, a hellhound will try to break loose into the world and since the beginning of time it has been his job to kill them. The years are long here and the hounds are many; the man grows weary of his Sisyphean task. He ventures into the depths of hell and tries to find a successor. When all the demon lords turn him down, he is left to search a successor among the condemned. How do you convince men who have lost everything to protect a world they can never return to?
trevor, kevin, I hope you guys are doing well!
