The elevator moves slowly upwards, towards the surface, again. Inside, the members of your party are standing, all quiet. In the middle of the elevator, on the rusty floor, lies the lifeless body of Trevor. He has been wrapped in a blanket, as not to cause anybody of you to vomit due to his twisted appearance. It is chilly inside the elevator; the warmth of Hell is vanishing bit by bit, and the elevator light doesn't seem to work right. Somebody sighs. This is going to be a long day, and most of you are already tired. But you know what is going on on the surface, and you wouldn't stop right now for the world. Which is exactly what you are trying to save...
