Considering you actively seek it out, I'm convinced you are incapable. If we aren't as we were as reapers, I won't be able to jump in and save you each time you act so carelessly. I would advise you to keep that in mind.

[ Finally landing, the hustle and bustle around the building seems to indicate a hub of some sort. And as they enter, it's more obvious what these rings Charlie had vaguely mentioned are. Literal levels of Hell, accessed by an actual elevator. It'd be a strange take on the flourish and drama mortals believe the afterlife consists of, if William wasn't already exhaustingly used to purgatory being a desk job.

Though, one thing does seem a bit odd. They seem to be the only demons here, the entirety of the crowd consisting of tiny horned imps. ]