“Hmm,” you hear a soft rumble throughout the spacious grumbling hell, as what sat in front of you is the God of the underworld. Shinrabanshoman. Shinra rests his cheek on top of his knuckles, floating on thin air, legs criss crossed.

You stay still. He eyes you, and your heart skips a beat upon having those eyes that burn with flames bore into you. He seems intrigued.

“Come closer.” Shinra tells you.