"No! Lass, this goes in 'ere not in that bloody thing!"

Heathcliff's voice yelled out. You were curious as to what the racket was so you followed the sound of his voice until you eventually saw something that would make anyone's jaw drop.

In the backdoor of Mephistopheles, through one of the infinite doors; the Sinners were all having a cooking competition in some elaborate and rich-looking hall.

The groups were split into:

Team A: Don Quixote and Heathcliff Don Quixote: "Thou dost not know how-" Heathcliff: "Oh yeah? Say that again! I dare ye!"

Team B: Yi Sang and Faust Yi Sang: "It seems this situation is most unideal..." Faust: "Yes, Faust agrees..."

Team C: Meursault and Outis Meursault: "-And then you mix that into this bowl with a mixing rate per second of-" Outis: "Slow down, you fool!"

Team D: Ryoshu and Sinclair Ryoshu: "Cook. Or S.Y.N.C." (S.Y.N.C = Snap Your Neck Completely) Sinclair: "Y-Yes ma'am!!"

Team E: Rodion and Gregor Rodya: "Ah... Greg... I don't think we got the right ingredients, bud..." Gregor: "But I just saw you eat one-...Nevermind."

Team F: Hong Lu and Ishmael Hong Lu: "Ah~ What should we cook, Miss Ishmael?~" Ishmael: "YOU IDIOT! WE WERE SUPPOSED TO DECIDE AGES AGO BUT YOU KEPT GETTING DISTRACTED BY-"

It seems they were all struggling in some way or another. Dante, Vergilius and Charon had been sat at some white booth as judges for the food. Vergilius' red eyes glowed scornfully at you, as if silently ordering you to pick a team.