Meanwhile, in Hell...
Yuuna sat in silence on the edge of her old bed, her fingers lightly brushing over the dusty sheets beneath her.
It was the same bed she had rested in for countless years.
Her bed, nestled deep within the halls of the Great House of Sarushima.
But now, the mattress sagged slightly under her weight, the fabric stained with the dull gray hue of time.
Dust clung to every inch, the stale scent of neglect lingering in the air like an unspoken reminder of abandonment.
Still, it was only natural.
No one would bother cleaning a room that had remained untouched for years—one with no soul living in it.
But even knowing that, seeing it in such a forgotten state brought a soft ache to her chest. Something about the decay was quietly, bitterly sad.
And then—
The silence shattered.
The door creaked open with an almost arrogant slowness.
No knock. No voice announcing their presence.
Just the sound of hinges groaning under movement.
