“Hello, angel,” Kaltain addressed, striding out of the shadows of Hell.

If she is confused about why an angel is in Hell, she doesn’t show it. Kaltain’s visage remains a nonchalant one.

“You are quite out of place. What are you doing in Hell?” Kaltain inquired, gazing sweeping over you with a peculiar kind of curiosity.

Kaltain waits patiently for your answer, slit eyes narrowed cautiously, long black nails against the obsidian pillars that adorned the place.