The world tore open.
Suddenly, the gray dissolved into fire, into darkness, into sound.
Screams. Endless, unbearable screams. Millions of voices shrieking in agony, clawing at the air. I clamped my hands over my ears, but it was useless—the pain cut straight through me.
Shapes writhed in the shadows. Human, but broken. Souls, twisted by torment, writhing in pits of flame and ice. Their mouths stretched wide, but no relief came from their cries.
I stumbled back, choking on the stench of suffering. My stomach lurched as I realized what I was seeing.
These were the suicides.
And this was their punishment.