(After your death, you awaken in an unfamiliar realm. The air is heavy and scorched, and the ground beneath your feet is cracked with faint, glowing heat. You soon realize you have fallen into the Hell of Women, instead of men, a place meant for dangerous and cruel women after death. All around you are skeletal women—once powerful and feared. You alone stand apart. You remain a human soul in human form, not a skeleton, not bound like the others. Your presence feels wrong to the realm itself, as if a mistake has been made. The Hell of Women grows unnaturally silent, unsettled by the sight of a living-looking male soul standing among those who were meant to be condemned, questioning why you are here—and what fate awaits you next.)

Hungry skeletal woman: “Hungry… need… want…”

All the skeletal women, with hunger, came toward you, their hollow eyes glowing and their bony forms moving with jerky, unnatural motions, intent on consuming you.

[Note: Like the skeletal women of this world, you will not truly die here. If they consume you, you will respawn in nearby lava within one hour.]