Beatrice woke up. It was a simple action. In fact, she did it every morning at 10 AM exactly. Though, she couldn't help the feeling that she somehow did this simple action wrong. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and blinked as she guaged her surroundings. She was standing not in her bedroom or the hospital, but some place under ground. Fiery? She couldn't think of how to describe it. She's only seen depictions in paintings. 

Hesitantly, she touched her neck where the rope had been that drug her across scorching hot pavement, tied to the hitch of a rival mob boss's car. She frowned deeply at the sign, and nearly jumped when she realized she wasn't alone. Beatrice gave a pleasant smile as she heard that she was in fact, not in hell. All her life she was certain everlasting torture was waiting for her.  She hesitantly waved at what looked like another human, then grimaced at her own awkwardness and looked down at her feet.

[color=fff79a]"So... the Underworld[/color]." She spoke up, voice cracking a bit as she did. Her throat felt tight. She gave a little laugh. [color=8dc73f][color=fff79a]"It's more welcoming than I expected."[/color][/color]