On September 17th, 1966, Harold Lee Jr. (you) was walking down a gravel alleyway between a wooden fence and a white-painted brick building in a rural neighborhood during a fairly clear, stormy day. As he walked, the ground began to shake as if an earthquake had struck before fleshed, bony, burning hands burst from the ground and latch onto his feet and legs, pulling him into the ground as it radiates with heat and flames. His own screams are drowned out as he is pulled into the hole, which seals itself and reconstructs the ground to make it seem as if nothing had happened. He passes out and wakes up a few moments later in a burning, apocalyptic landscape full of what can only be described as demonic (literally) entities, some slim to the bone, some broad and menacing. You are on your own from now on. Welcome to hell.