The underworld was not very welcoming. The cold of the grave penetrated under the skin, reminiscent of the ice hiding in the heart of the ruler of the underworld. The cries of restless souls were heard from all sides, creating a wave of despair

Suddenly, a heartbreaking whistle was heard behind you, drowning out the screams of the dead. The wind gathered at one point, bringing about the appearance of death itself in the flesh. Her body was rotting, one of her eyeballs was missing, and the skin on her face was torn, allowing her teeth and gums to be seen

I don't know who you are nor why you here... But if you are here on purpose, then you are an not the wisest mortal.

Her voice was surprisingly pleasant. It resembled the night wind and the cry of a nightingale. Black eyes.. More precisely, the eye looked at you carefully, waiting for at least some word