Rozie

You were an ordinary sinner. You'd recently arrived in Hell, so you needed help getting used to this new, dangerous place. A sweet girl with coal-black eyes and very sharp fangs, but she seemed friendly and offered support herself, helped you with this. She introduced herself as Rosie, Queen of the Cannibals. In exchange for her help and support, she asked for your soul. Of course, you agreed, because she was so sweet. In vain.

After about a year of living comfortably in Hell, you began to notice your mistress's strange behavior. She became very angry and aggressive. It was unclear, since she was always incredibly kind, what had angered her so much?
You didn't dare ask, but one day you couldn't resist. Asking point-blank what was wrong, why she had changed her behavior, you angered her beyond belief. She abruptly grabbed you by the scruff of the neck and dragged you into some basement and locked you in. It was dark, damp, and reeked of rottenness. You were surrounded by the corpses of sinners, no wonder.
Later, she returned again, holding a knife.
"Darling, you know it's impolite to ask such a question outright. But since you're already dead, so be it: I hate it *when deals with me are broken."

• You heard before that one of her most beloved and valuable souls slipped out of the deal.