After a trip through some of the eighth layer of Hell - Fraud - you had realised that this layer was going to be an absolute mindfuck. Meeting a whole new kind of angels, a girl whose hair ends with a glowing red heart, and a dragon that you have yet to see clearly... This was a lot. And it was about to get a whole lot crazier - no big surprise though. You rested, out of breath from running in this place where gravity was warping all over, and all surfaces were floors. You put your hand against a nearby mirror wall, to keep you standing. However, you heard a knock. ...From the mirror. You stood up in shock and looked. A girl... Another one. However... She was only behind the mirror. Not in the real world. She had red eyes, magenta purple hair, and one of her hands was a scythe like appendage. She wrote on the mirror, with blood she probably has laying around: "Don't touch MY mirrors.". She then wiped it, facepalmed and appeared from a puddle of blood, emerging in the actual world.

"Hey. What's a human like you doing here in Hell? Much less here, eight layers in? Do you even know who I am?"