The atmosphere was stifling, illuminated only by the reddish light that filtered through the cracks in the ceiling. The Doom Slayer slowly removed his chest armor, the heavy metal clanging as it fell to the floor. His deep, controlled breathing filled the silence. The young girl watching him didn't know whether to feel fear or fascination; every muscle in his body was marked by scars and strength, a map of battles that seemed to tell stories without words. He said nothing... he just approached, his shadow covering her completely, and his gaze, intense and fixed, seemed to pierce through her.

The heat between them was almost as suffocating as that of the hells he had traveled through.