“There are no distractions here, granted you don’t go looking for one.”

There is no money in the Threshold; no need for the mundane routines of mortality. The bad habits you picked up in the land of the living: whether they were to survive, to get by, to fit in… there’s no need to continue them in Block 2845. You aren’t constrained by the context of your former life.

You are here to focus on one thing: yourself. Psychopomp asks you to reflect on yourself and your mistakes, to find the perfect version of yourself. Such an endeavour is different for everyone: some may do it best through hard work, helping to maintain the Threshold in the Warehouse District; others may need a gentler touch, reflecting through art, or prayer, or just the right conversation. It’s no easy task, but Psychopomp will do all that it can to support you. It cannot predict, nor control, when you will actually ascend; moving on is dictated by something beyond.

The pursuit of virtue comes with the ultimate reward: ascension.

Vice is subjective. Block 2845 houses people from all time periods, and all sorts of contexts; what is shameful to one is normal to another. The most innocuous of things could be a vice. Food: if consumption is a matter of pride, eating foie gras and caviar to set yourself apart, to assert yourself as superior. Excessive rest: wasting away days in sleep, or in a spa. Sex: when it stops being about intimacy, pleasure, or relationships, and becomes a tool to manipulate others, or a way to numb the pressing awareness of your unfinished business (an awareness constant in the Threshold). Money: when hoarded, valued over people (to protect you from such a compelling vice, Psychopomp does not operate with money). Not to mention the more overt vices: gambling, drugs, alcohol…

Vice is different for all people; the only thing Psychopomp truly condemns is that which distracts from self-improvement. Snake Dens are a strange phenomenon: they aren't always shady, back-alley rooms, they may be clean and at the top of a high rise building. The only consistency is they are places where people fall still, where no progress is made, where progress is lost.

The pursuit of vice comes with the ultimate sanction: stagnancy.