A shadow loomed over the screaming pit, its presence heavier than stone.
The voice returned, cold and merciless:
"These are suicides. Their fate is eternal torment. They chose to escape their suffering by ending their lives. Now they suffer without end."
I staggered back, shaking my head.
"No—no, no, this can't be real."
But the screams pierced deeper, wrapping around my ribs, tearing into my soul. Their despair clung to me like oil, thick and suffocating. their screams begging for mercy, but their punishment style goes on...
And then the voice whispered, almost tender:
"This is where you belong."