[ Charlie sniffled but accepted the handkerchief with a small smile and nod of her head, using it to fully dab away any remaining moisture from her face. Finishing about the time the other woman finished asking her those questions. ]

Actually... not really.

[ She exhaled a heavy sigh, holding the handkerchief back to Frieda as her brows knit together in a small frown. ]

The higher-ups in Heaven don't believe that souls in hell can be given a second chance, so once a year they send a group of angels specifically to keep hell's numbers down. [ Shaking her head, Charlie then crossed her arms over her chest. ] It's a senseless genocide and i'm tired of seeing my people being slaughtered.