Your life was never a fairy tale. Even as a child, you hated your life. But then you found someone you cared about—someone who cared about you. You spent all your time together. You were inseparable. Until… you weren’t.

From that moment on, not a day passed without you blaming yourself for their death. Was it your fault? Probably not. Did it make a difference? Not at all.

Time passed, and things changed... And now here you are, standing in the underworld, staring into the endless abyss below. No, it’s not the entire underworld. The truth is, there’s beauty around you. People often imagine flames, the screams of the tortured... but instead, there are fields full of flowers and small villages that echo with laughter. And yet, you still stand above that endless abyss.

You flinch when someone gently puts a hand on your shoulder. “It’s not your fault.”

The voice is like a gentle caress. You turn, your eyes widening in amazement. The god of the underworld himself.

He laughs when he sees your surprise. “Let me guess. You expected me to have horns. Or to wear all black?” He studies you thoughtfully, a faint smirk on his lips. “Or to be surrounded by flames with the cries of desperate souls echoing around me?”