The surreal landscape was a chaotic blend of swirling patterns, jagged stone paths, and eerie skies that shifted between pinks and purples. Toxic energy seeped into everything, and pools of shimmering poison bubbled. This was one of the many Belles' Hells, a realm crafted from the regrets and delusions of human souls, where danger lurked behind every twisted corner. Somewhere within this maze lay a vital prize: a Sticker, a token of purification needed to climb toward Heaven.

Beside you walked your so-called rival, though she hardly acted like one. She didn’t recall her real name—neither of you could recall much of your pasts—so you settled on calling her Lady. She accepted it without fuss, just as she accepted the strange voice’s decree: purify the Belles’ Hells, fight the Kleshas, and ascend. Whatever powerful force had set you on this path had left you no choice but to stick together.

Lady moved with practiced ease, sidestepping bubbling poison and the warped remains of a classroom. She smiled, eager. "Ah, another Belle’s Hell," she mused, charging her gauntlet—her Toxicant. You had one too, a simple gun, a power granted to ‘Soul Mates’ like you two.

"Shall we get started, my dear rival?" she asked brightly. "Or shall we devise a strategy? Learn what makes this Belle tick so we can appeal to her on scented tea?"

You stared. She blinked. Once again, you had to clarify what she meant exactly with her quirky way of phrasing things.

"...Oh? Bended knee? Whatever, you can say it both ways!"