"Foolish girl." He clenched your throat tighter, restricting your air. "You should not be here."

As you struggles in vain, he sliced your forearm with his blade— letting your pure blood dripped to the ground mixing with his own, and his twin brother's blood.

Maybe you should've not trusted him. Maybe you should've listened to his twin brother's warning. Maybe you should've keep your curiosity to yourself.

Those thoughts are useless now, as the hell's gate is now open.