I condemed myself to hell.

Sirens were going off in his head. What had he just done? Had he condemed himself to an eternity of sufffering?

His mother had always told him that he was a bad driver; sometimes forgetting to stop at stop signs, and at other times going over the speed limit. But he had never been expected to actually run someone over. It’s very rare to actually get into an accident on the road. Even with all of the odds of ever hitting someone on the road…to hit a monk is extremely unlikely.

His vision was fading. Standing in front of him was a little red man.

“Welcome to hell.”

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