Ray Voss built a life out of paperwork: deferred repairs, buried notices, signed denials, and the kind of polite language that made harm sound like process.
Then he arrives at his second-floor property office and finds the appointment book full.
One by one, the people he ruined come in with exact memories. A woman remembers the smell in the hallway before the fire. A contractor remembers the porch Ray made him sign off on. A widow remembers the furnace repair that waited while a profitable remodel did not. A mother remembers being silenced by procedure, and a closing table remembers the disclosure Ray refused to amend.
Outside Ray's window, the street begins showing what his files left out: smoke, winter, stretchers, eviction boxes, and a child's bicycle in the road.
Hell has not sent Ray monsters.
It has sent him meetings.
And every meeting gives him one chance to tell the truth.