"So, what were the criteria?"
Those words spilled out as I kept peeking into the cup placed in front of me.
A chair made of bones was rather uncomfortable, but a skull in the name of a teacup turned that up to a ten.
In the dark room with the tint of the red sky flowing in, I sat in front of a half-naked man and a bear.
The man was sitting on the bear. Or maybe the man's legs were connected to the bear? I couldn't tell. Well, he wasn't a man for sure since there were the horns of a ram sticking out of his head.
"Criteria?"
The bear-ram-man spoke. His murky voice scratched my ears.
"Yes, like. Why did you pick me, what did you say your name was?"
"Balam."
"Right."
I turned my gaze away and looked at the skull again.
Turns out. I was in hell.
