You wake up in a dark wood. The trees are twisted and the path behind you is gone. In front of you, three beasts block the way: a leopard of distraction, a lion of pride, and a she-wolf of greed. They snarl and drive you down toward a deep valley where smoke rises.

Your guide appears — not Virgil yet, but a voice from the light above. “This is your Inferno,” it says. “Not fire and pitchforks, but the places you built yourself. To pass, you must face the beast you feed the most.”

If you turn back, the wood closes forever. If you step forward, the descent into your own circles begins.

Which beast do you face first?