Sean: Pfffffff.....not the first time I've been here. I'm hoping this is the last.
He was in the middle of a barren wasteland, far away from any landmarks. In the distance, he could spot out three low leveled demons pestering fresh spirits. "Please, let us go!",one of the spirits cried, but to no avail. The three demons continued, seemingly bored. "These clouds are so bor-ing...", one of the exclaimed. "Ever since we were left out here to greet the new ones, there was nothing to do!" "Day in, day out. The same thing." Said another holding a spirit, poking it. "Weak sprirts come in, and we do this. not one of them fights back." Then, the third demon notices Sean. "Hey, look! That one isn't a cloud! Don't they say that when a human dies and can keep their form, they have a strong spirit?"
Sean noticing the notice: Huh. I've been spotted. Pfft. Demons playing with clouds. What's up?
The three demons watch with an evil entent as Sean approached.