|Guard||Score: 0||Moves: 1|
The guard gives you a dirty look. "You should know how to get around here by now."
Just then, another security guard shoots you. You were too young to be the future self of that asshole anyways.
As you take your last breath, you feel relieved of your burdens. The feeling passes as you find yourself before the gates of Hell, where the spirits jeer at you and deny you entry. Your senses are disturbed. The objects in the dungeon appear indistinct, bleached of color, even unreal.
You appear to be made of a translucent floating white substance. There seems to be a golden halo hovering above your head.