[This particular explanation made more sense. They were in a form of purgatory then.]

Then our actions here will probably decide our final fate?

[He frowned a bit as he thought things over. He really wished he could hide the shackles, but unfortunately couldn't. But at the introduction he titled his head.]

I'm Inspector Javert, or Javert will suffice. I once worked for the police force in France before I found myself here. I feel that everything here is a mockery against everything I fought against. Perhaps, there is a way I can help? It will give me some kind of purpose here. Or are there other jobs that we can do?