Sheila goes to church. Well, she hasn't in a long while, but she knows some things can't be avoided. You can't choose family, and you can't choose who you love. How can anyone ask her to make a compromise?
Sheila's got it rough. She's never believed in the Devil, but with her loved ones' lives at stake, she's forced to work for them collecting overdue souls amid a series of freak possessions and massacres resulting from an (un)holy conspiracy only she can uncover.
You could say her life's a living hell—though she's already dead.
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