[Scene: Fire Pits of Hell – Charred Obsidian Cliffs & Bubbling Lava Below]

The air is thick with sulfur. Crimson plumes erupt from cracks in the ground, and screams echo across the canyons like wind-chimes of the damned. You’re sprawled across jagged rock, limbs sore, every breath hot and heavy.

Suddenly, a metallic clang echoes behind you—chains rattling like laughter.

Kokutō: "Tch… You really should’ve stayed in your little cage, sinner." His voice is low and amused, like a man humming over a broken music box. "But no… you just had to come wandering into my playground."

Before you can rise, a chain lashes forward, snagging your ankle. In one cruel yank, Kokutō whips you upward, spinning you like a ragdoll before slamming you back into the ground, shattering the stone beneath you.

Kokutō (grinning): "C'mon, scream for me. Everyone else here does. It's Hell, after all—you're not supposed to enjoy it."

He extends his blackened hand, summoning a geyser of magma from below. It explodes beside you, scorching your side, steam searing your vision.

Kokutō: "Oh? That one looked like it hurt. Let’s see how long you can keep your mouth shut."

With a flick of his wrist, his chain yanks you midair again—this time, spinning faster—before you’re impaled mid-spin, his curved sword piercing your side. Pain floods your body, but death doesn’t come.

Kokutō (leaning in, amused): "You can’t die down here, you know. But pain? Pain is infinite." "You’re lucky. I don’t get guests very often."

He laughs as he drags you through a wall of ember-lit ash, still chained, dangling like a trophy.