Headaches & Hazbins: Book 1: New Kind of Life, New Kind of Hell

Chapter ???: The Clock is Ticking...

An Unknown Amount of Time Since The Last Chapter...

[Everything has remained the same since it was left abandoned by the building's occupants and recent large intruder. Beneath the hole in the ceiling, the pile of wood mixed with drywall lay settled into a comfortable resting place on the concrete floor. The corpses of the poorly dressed demons lie where they met their demise. The blood that had pooled around their lifeless bodies has dried and hardened to the concrete floor and walls. The bodies seemed to have comfortably rotted, growing gray and smelling foul. Considering the state they're in, not even a cannibal would dine on these corpses. Two of the resting on the rubble bodies appear to have been stabbed, with six more spread across the room, all killed in different ways. One looks like he was shot in the face point-bank with some sort of firearm, while another looks to have been cut and then ripped in half. There's a vacant chair on the opposite side of the room from the staircase leading upwards to the above floor. There's some blood splattered around the chair and a cut rope behind it. There are spent bullet casings all over the floor near the sides of the room, with an abundance of flattened bullets on the pile of rubble in the center of the room. There aren't many bullet holes in the wall, but there are some different ones near the staircase leading to the floor above. There's also a large crack in the wall above one of the corpses, the violent impact sending pieces of concrete scattering nearby. There are a few spent shotgun shells near the staircase, with two more near the center of the room. The basement-esque room is dark and dreary, only being lit up by the lighting coming through the hole in the ceiling, which has a few more holes on the floors above that eventually show off the solid sky of Hell. Some light seeps in through a cracked, barred-up window, and there's a tiny bit of light coming from a hanging lightbulb near the center of the room. The light is struggling to stay lit, hanging from its wire right beside the hole in the room. But despite its struggles, it's still alive.]

*Splash*

[A footstep splashes in a puddle of water outside near the barred-up window. There is a black high boot right in the center of the mucky water. The boot looked clean until the wearer stepped into the dirty puddle. Unlike normal footwear, this boot appears to have a few small leather belts wrapped around its base and a metal tip where the toes are. The person who stepped in the puddle keeps their boot in there for a second before lifting it up out of the water and turning it a slight bit so they can view its dirty underside better.]

???: *Annoyed Grumble* Gaahh...

[They shake their boot in an attempt to get most of the water off. The droplets are flung in the air and continue on until hitting the concrete sidewalk. While most of it is shaken off, the boot is still a bit damp. The individual then lowers their boot beside the puddle out of the dirty water. They then take a few steps forward, disappearing to the left of the barred window, out of view. Everything goes quiet once again, before the boot stepped into the puddle. The basements and its deceased occupants rest quietly. As a few more seconds of silence pass, things remain quiet, then-]

*Click*

[There's an audible click coming through the large hole in the ceiling from the floor above. It kind of sounded like a lock on a door being turned, possibly being unlocked.]

*Creeeeeekkkk-*

[What follows the click is the sound of a long, drawn-out creaking noise.]

*Slam...*

[Then, there's a quiet slam as something is hastily shut. Everything goes quiet once after that... Then, some more noise.]

*Creak*

*Creak*

*Creak*

*Creak*

*Creak*