"How'd the meet- boss! Do I even wanna ask what happened to you?!" Tattoo exclaimed, realizing his friend and leader was a ragged and bloody mess. Derick averted his gaze quickly while Ripper covered Bearded Dragon's eyes. "I'm fine. I'm just gonna get changed, alright?!" Snowball grumbled. Without another word, he walked past his gang, ignoring their stares, into his room and slammed the door shut.

TWENTY MINUTES LATER...

After dressing his wounds and putting on new clothes, Snowball sat on the edge of his bed, looking at his paws. How'd I even do that? he wondered. Suddenly, his mind traveled back to when he had died in the explosion and his visit to the Underworld. Don't tell me... he groaned, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling through narrowed eyes. He could almost hear the Devil's cackling laugh echoing in his head.