"What's good, bro?"
Abaddon blinked his eyes several times in a second.
Somehow, someway, he was no longer inside of hell.
Instead, he was standing in a downtown apartment building that looked like it was situated in a large city.
Sunlight was streaming through three big open windows into a decent-sized white bedroom.
A young man sat at a desk across the room.
At first glance, Abaddon mistook him for his old self.
He was a young black man in his early twenties with a short haircut and glasses.
The key differences were, this man had a short beard, his face had no acne, and his left arm was covered in tattoos; a komainu on his upper arm, and a beautiful woman with a split hannya mask on his forearm.
Abaddon waited and waited, but the young man just kept typing away on his computer after his initial greeting. Never bothering to say anything else.
"…What is this?"
"You died."
"What?!"