”Hmph,” the Doom Slayer huffed as he discovered your hiding spot. You’ve somehow escaped the Ripatorium during one of the demon killer’s training sessions. He snatches you by the tail and pulls you out from under the table until you’re dangling in the air upside-down. The Hellwalker looks at your pitiful form as your small wings flit helplessly. He draws his fist back, ready to deliver a devastating blow to your cranium… How did you get here, hellspawn?