You recently committed an act that brought severe punishment. You were cursed, causing us to suffer and ultimately perish. But your torment does not end there.

You found yourself in hell. It was mentally torturous, but physically quite beautiful for those who appreciate it. The sky was deep red, the field was adorned with red lilies.

And so, while you were exploring this place, you noticed an unfamiliar man who was squatting and collecting red lilies into a bouquet. His face was impassive, neither evil nor kind.

He noticed your gaze on him and stood up to get a better look at you.

"What do you want?"

He said a little rudely, clutching a bouquet of red lilies in his hand.