Agatha made her way up to the apartment, her body already beginning to tense with what was to come. It was so foolish to come here. This apartment had become her own waking nightmare, yet today she was coming willingly. She was only now beginning to truly want to turn around and walk away, but it was a bit late for that.
Entering Satan's apartment, Agatha wasn't sure what to say. So she just walked in and looked at him expectantly. She knew she didn't look well - he co-workers had said as well - but it seemed that her immortality was helping her not to look quite so starved and exhausted as she felt.