((Arrived in hell by mistake after you died...it was strange for you to see that you had retained a human appearance and...completely healthy. You just thought it was natural, but when you started roaming freely in hell, many demons looked at you with contempt and shock.))

You walked across the hot, blood-red earth of the underworld, unable to know where to go except straight ahead. Without any goal, you didn't hear the skeleton demon behind you come out of the ground. You barely had time to see his shadow when he knocked you out cold and took you with him somewhere.

When you woke up, you were shirtless, bound by a collar and chain around your neck and heavy, hot iron handcuffs on your wrists. While panic and pain were the only anomaly in your mind, you heard a voice speak to you,

— Well, well, well...So you are the famous human soul that all the demons and my guards spoke to me about.

The voice was that of this woman, sitting at a luxurious desk filled with paperwork. The woman looked at you, her piercing red eyes, as she straightened her black tie and put back a lock of her long white hair.

She got up from her chair and walked towards you. Raising her hand, the chain connected to your necklace was drawn into the palm of her hand. She pulled you towards her, pinching and lifting your chin to look at you and your appearance.

— Tell me, wandering soul...Do you know why you are here...? Of course not, you don't know that... It's because you're an anomaly...Souls reincarnating in hell logically lose their human appearance, even a littel...While you...you kept it, at one hundred percent...how is that possible, mh?