Is it hot in here or is it just you?

After being spiritually tattooed by a demon you are marched onto this conveyor belt along with hundreds of other frightened new arrivals. You don't know where you are going, packed in so tight you can hardly move your arms. It's gotta be about one hundred and three degrees in this unlit narrow hall the belt carries you down. You hear screams of horror a ways ahead in the dark line.