The pig.
As you float towards the pig, the void becomes red and all the others disappear. The pig speaks.
"You look so fresh. You must be new in the Realms."
The pig sniffs you.
"Fellow living meat... My name is Bloody-Slaugter. Are you lost?"
The Pig's name is so violent and it's realm so red. You stand in a puddle of blood reaching up to your ankles. It looks like liquified ruby and shimmers beautifully. Bloody-Slaughter doesn't mind. It is used to this reality. You speak to the pig.
"Bloody-Slaughter, I am lost. Some translucent horses promised to take me to safety, but all they did was made me lose my mind. I might also be in a coma or even dead."
Bloody-Slaughter splashes in the blood. It looks up at you, something pigs shouldn't be able to do. It speaks.
"Spare me a cigarette, Fiend."
You reach into your leather coat's pocket.
You smoke with the pig. It speaks.
"Good. I want to help a fellow living meat. There is still blood inside us - we are of the same kind. But now I want to give you something that will help you exsanguinate others, should the need arise. With this artifact, I slaughtered my executioner. It's his blood we're standing in."
"Take it."
Bloody-Slaughter hands you a dagger. You examine it. You look into your own eyes reflecting in the blade. Fortunately, less than twenty. Two - normal amount.