Yuta sat in silence, lost in thought, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on him. He had imagined that discovering the truth about his presence in Hell would be straightforward, but the reality was far from it. Hell itself seemed to have no answers for him, leaving him adrift in a sea of questions. His gaze drifted to Charlie and Lilith, who were deep in discussion over the mysterious file. The concern etched on Lilith's face made it clear that even she, with all her knowledge, was baffled. Yuta's frustration deepened as he stared down at the cold, unyielding floor, feeling more lost than ever.

Without warning, Rika manifested beside him, her sudden appearance startling him out of his thoughts. The sight of her, with her ghostly form and gentle presence, sent a shiver down his spine, though her intentions were anything but frightening. She nuzzled against him, a soft, comforting purr emanating from her as she tried to ease his turmoil.

"R-Rika… what are you doing?" Yuta asked, his voice tinged with surprise as he instinctively patted her, seeking solace in the familiar. Rika's warmth was a stark contrast to the cold uncertainty gnawing at him.

"Yutaaa… You're sad…?" Rika's voice was tender, her concern for him palpable as she curled up closer, seeking to comfort him in her own way.

Yuta sighed, the weight of his unresolved identity heavy on his shoulders. "Yeah… I am. I still don't know who I am… or why I'm here." His voice was a mix of frustration and resignation, as though admitting his vulnerability made it more real.

Rika hummed softly, her spectral form shimmering as she considered his words. "You were my first friend when I was alive… we promised to get married when we grew up," she said, her voice laced with a childlike innocence that tugged at Yuta's heart. Her gaze drifted to the ring on Yuta's finger, a symbol of that long-forgotten promise.

Yuta looked at the ring, memories from a distant dream surfacing in his mind—the only fragment of his past that remained clear. "The promise… that's the only thing I remember," he whispered, the edges of his memory blurred and indistinct. "And then… you…" His voice faltered as the horrific image of Rika's death flashed in his mind, a memory too painful to fully confront.

"I died," Rika said simply, her tone free of bitterness. She cuddled closer, her form wrapping around him protectively. "But I couldn't leave you… never…"

Yuta tried to push the image of her death out of his mind, not wanting to dwell on the painful memory. "And after that… do you remember anything else?" he asked, hoping she might hold some missing piece of his past.

Rika hesitated, her form flickering as she tried to recall. "I… I don't know… it's all so fuzzy…" she admitted, her confusion mirroring his own. Yuta's eyes widened in realization—Rika, too, was lost in the fog of forgotten memories, just as he was.

Before they could dwell further on their shared uncertainty, Charlie approached them, her presence warm and grounding. She knelt down to meet Yuta's gaze, her eyes filled with concern. "Hey… how are you holding up?" she asked gently, her voice a soothing balm to his troubled thoughts.

Yuta looked at her, the sadness in his eyes mirrored by the uncertainty he felt. "Not well… I really thought I'd find some answers," he confessed, his voice heavy with disappointment.

Charlie offered him a reassuring smile, her optimism shining through even in the face of the unknown. "Mom said this is a really special case. If it helps, she's going to dig deeper into this. We'll figure it out, I promise," she said, trying to lift his spirits. Yuta nodded, though his gaze remained fixed on the floor, his hand absentmindedly petting Rika.

"Still," Charlie continued, her voice brightening, "let's look on the bright side! It's only a matter of time, and we've got all the time in the world!" Her enthusiasm was infectious, and Yuta found himself slowly looking up at her, drawn in by the sheer positivity she radiated.

Charlie's unwavering optimism, even in the depths of Hell, was a beacon of hope. Her smile, so genuine and full of life, sparked a faint smile on Yuta's face as well. It was a small gesture, but it was enough to chip away at the despair that had settled within him.

Rika watched Charlie curiously, sensing the goodness that seemed to radiate from her despite her demonic heritage. She could kinda see why Yuta felt comfortable around her—Charlie was a light in the darkness, a presence that made Hell feel a little less terrifying.

"Come on, Yuta," Charlie said, her tone bright and encouraging as she stood up, extending a hand to him. "Mom has some things to tell you about Rika." Without waiting for him to respond, she gently pulled him to his feet, her energy contagious. Rika followed closely behind, her gaze never leaving Charlie as they made their way back to Lilith.

As Yuta was guided by Charlie's hand, he felt a glimmer of hope stir within him, the path ahead no longer seeming quite as daunting with her by his side.

As they reached Lilith, she observed Yuta and Rika with a keen eye, her expression thoughtful. "Is Rika… under your control?" she asked, her voice sincere but laced with underlying concern.

Yuta hesitated before responding, glancing at Rika, who was innocently flicking her shadowy tail. "Well… she mostly listens to me as you can see, but she can act on her own if she wants. But she's good" he said, a small smile tugging at his lips as he watched Rika's harmless behavior, contrasting her intimidating appearance. Lilith nodded, though her gaze remained cautious.

"Good, I suppose…" she murmured, before flicking her fingers to make Yuta's file disappear. The action was swift, deliberate. "I'll see what I can uncover about your past… but for now, there are a few warnings you need to hear." Her tone shifted, drawing Yuta's full attention.

"Rika… as I mentioned before, is a cursed spirit. These beings only exist in the human realm. There's no way for a cursed spirit to be here... in Hell. Their presence could cause chaos," Lilith explained, her voice steady, though the gravity of her words was unmistakable.

"But… why? What can a cursed spirit do?" Charlie interjected, disbelief coloring her tone.

"It's not just about what a cursed spirit can do… it's about what they represent," Lilith replied, her expression darkening. "Cursed spirits embody the true evil of humanity—the malevolent energy that has plagued humans since the very beginning. This curse is an ancient blight, pure, undiluted evil that exists within every human being to this day. But only a very few know about it or even feel it…" Her words hung in the air, heavy and foreboding, shocking both Charlie and Yuta.

"So… you're bound to her, aren't you?" Lilith continued, her eyes narrowing as they focused on the ring on Yuta's hand. "That ring… it's the source of the enormous cursed energy I sensed when you arrived. I figured as much."

Yuta glanced down at the ring, his thoughts swirling. "I… guess that explains why… every time she manifests, I feel the ring… heavy. It's hard to explain," he said, watching Rika as she played with her own shadow, her earlier overprotective behavior noticeably subdued.

Lilith's gaze softened, though her seriousness remained. "You're able to wield her… and that requires a significant amount of cursed energy. Yet, you don't even realize you're using it" she noted, her words deepening Yuta's confusion.

"What does that mean exactly?" he asked, his unease growing.

"It means, Yuta… in your past life, you managed to control your cursed energy," Lilith revealed, her words cutting through Yuta's bewilderment.

"But… how?" Yuta's confusion deepened, the concept foreign and unsettling.

Lilith took a breath, her gaze piercing. "As I said, all humans possess cursed energy, but only a few can control it—harness it, weaponize it. These individuals become something we call Sorcerers. You, Yuta Okkotsu, were a Sorcerer… a Cursed Sorcerer."

Yuta's mind reeled, the revelation of his past life's identity hitting him hard. "Are you sure?" he asked, struggling to wrap his mind around it.

"I'm certain," Lilith confirmed, her voice firm. "It explains the monstrous cursed energy emanating from you. I never thought I would see one this big after so long… but even if you don't remember yourself, the body does. After all... the body is the soul, and the soul is the body… and they never forget."

"I… I'm not sure it works like that. I don't even know if I'm feeling it or doing it…" Yuta said hesitantly, doubt creeping into his voice. Lilith, however, remained unwavering.

"Can you… unsummon Rika?" she asked, her tone gentle yet insistent.

Yuta turned to Rika, who was distractedly tracing patterns on the walls. "Rika?" he called out softly. She turned to him, her eyes questioning. "Can you rest for a bit? I'll be fine."

Rika hummed in response and slowly faded from sight. The moment she disappeared, Lilith moved with lightning speed. She swung her fist at Yuta's head, but instinctively, he blocked it, a pink aura erupting around his arm as it intercepted the blow.

"Huh?" Yuta stared at his glowing arm, bewildered. Charlie's eyes widened in shock.

"He stopped it… as expected… but…" Lilith thought, sensing the immense cursed energy spreading from him. "That cursed energy… it's far more… deeper than I could've realized… it's just too much. Like... bottomless... what is this boy exactly?"

Lilith, however, maintained her composure, though Yuta was clearly confused. "So I was correct then…" she mused, her fist still hovering above Yuta's head. But just as quickly, the energy vanished, and Yuta's arm crumpled, a sickening crack echoing through the room. Yuta grunted in pain, clutching his broken limb. He expected it to hurt more… but oddly, it felt like just a scratch.

"Shit," Lilith cursed under her breath, her usually composed demeanor slipping for a moment.

"What the hell, Mom!?" Charlie exclaimed, her voice tinged with anger as she rushed to Yuta's side. But before she could react further, they both noticed something extraordinary—Yuta's arm was healing, the bones knitting themselves back together as if nothing had happened. Lilith's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Reversed… Cursed energy…?" she whispered to herself.

"A what?" Charlie asked, inspecting Yuta's now perfectly healed arm, her confusion evident.

Lilith's thoughts raced, the implications overwhelming her. "Charlie… I need to research more before I say anything else," she admitted, exhaustion in her voice. The weight of the revelations was too much for one day starting with that meeting with the angels—especially when the new year had barely begun.

"But listen carefully," she added, her tone deadly serious as she pulled Charlie aside, out of Yuta's hearing. "Don't let anyone find out what Rika is… and don't let anything happen to Yuta. And most importantly… do not let him use his cursed power."

"You mean… his shiny pink woo-woo power?" Charlie asked, mimicking Yuta's hand movements, a hint of embarrassment creeping into her voice. Lilith shot her an unimpressed look.

"Okay, no cursed power, got it!" Charlie quickly replied, hastily retreating from her mother's intense gaze. But Lilith grabbed her hands, her voice pleading.

"Charlie… please… this is serious. As I said, someone like him isn't supposed to be here." She glanced at Yuta, who was still inspecting his healed arm, confused. She turned back to Charlie. "He's supposed to be dealt with by certain people in Heaven… serious people. And yet he's here, like just another random sinner, which he. Clearly. Is. Not."

"So please… take this seriously, alright?" Lilith finished with a sigh, and Charlie nodded, sensing the gravity of the situation.

Charlie grabbed Yuta's hand, dragging him toward the exit. "Thanks for the help, Mom! Call me if you need anything!" she called out, waving as they left.

Lilith sighed deeply, sinking into her chair. The situation was far worse than she had initially feared. This wasn't just about memory loss… it was something far more ominous. With a flick of her fingers, Yuta's file reappeared, the text still shifting, still incomprehensible. It was as if his very existence was being rewritten, overwritten… This felt like an ill omen if there ever was they emerged from the palace, Yuta kept flexing his arm, eyes narrowed in curiosity. How was it perfectly fine? He could still feel the lingering energy, like a phantom warmth that puzzled him.

"Well, that wasn't so bad, right?" Charlie chimed in, her voice carrying an upbeat tone, as if trying to brush off the tension.

"Honestly… I've got more questions than answers," Yuta replied, turning his gaze to Charlie. Her optimism was almost infectious, and despite himself, a faint smile tugged at his lips. "But… I guess you're right."

Charlie beamed back at him, her eyes sparkling with the hope she always clung to. "Well… let's get back to—" She abruptly stopped, her smile faltering as her eyes landed on what was left of her limo. It was a stripped-down wreck, every usable part gone. Charlie sighed, but quickly shrugged it off. "Okay, that was probably my fault… There are people who need those parts more than me anyway, right?"

She spun on her heel and started walking, the bounce in her step never quite leaving. Yuta blinked in surprise, rushing to catch up. "W-wait, hold up! You're not serious about just walking?"

"Don't worry about it," Charlie called back, a playful grin on her face. "Besides, let's start by getting to know some of Hell's… dailies. Yeah? Come on, it'll be fun!" And with that, she broke into a run.

Yuta hesitated, then sighed, quickening his pace to follow. Charlie seemed to have a boundless energy, her excitement almost childlike as she navigated the chaotic streets of Hell.

"Oh, I think I know what we should do first!" Charlie suddenly stopped and turned to face him, her excitement bubbling over. "We should get you a cellphone! That way we won't lose contact with each other, and you can stay tuned on everything that happens here in hell!"

For Charlie, this was exhilarating. She was finally helping a sinner directly, someone who needed her. And Yuta wasn't just any sinner—he was special. Even her mother couldn't fully explain her, but that didn't matter. He was kind, something veryveryvery but very rare, and Charlie was determined to make his afterlife as bright as possible. There was so much she wanted to share with him—her favorite hobbies, her favorite food, singing… and maybe, if the time was right, her dreams about that special plan. But first things first… a cellphone.

They arrived at a store that seemed to sell a little bit of everything, though most of it was a mix of the bizarre and the macabre—technology interspersed with porn, murder-themed gadgets, and cannibalistic shows playing on the screens. Yuta looked around, bewildered, while Charlie acted as if everything was perfectly normal—because for her, it was.

"Heeey… do you have any cellphones?" Charlie asked the vendor, her voice as bright as ever. The vendor, a grumpy old demon with a permanent scowl, barely glanced at her.
"Where do you think you are?" he growled, his voice rough, like gravel.

"Right, sorry!" Charlie said, undeterred by his attitude. "Can I have one? For my friend here." She pointed to Yuta, giving tiny jumps of excitement. The vendor rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed.
"Well, you gotta pick one, then bring it here to pay," he grumbled, waving them off.

Charlie nodded enthusiastically and turned to Yuta, who was already examining the rows of cellphones. "Any of these catching your attention?"

"Hmm, I mean… I can pick any, right? They're all the same, aren't they?" Yuta scratched the back of his head, feeling a bit unsure by the choice.

"Well… yeah, but why don't you pick one carefully?" Charlie suggested, trying to coax him into the moment.

"Does it really matter that much?" Yuta asked, still unsure.

"Yes! After all, it's your first buy in Hell! And there will be many more firsts that you need to enjoy! Let's fill your head with good memories while my mom finds your old ones," Charlie insisted, her voice softening as she spoke.

"A-are you sure…? It doesn't… seem that deep" Yuta muttered, but Charlie's enthusiasm was infectious.

"Oh, it is, Yuta… Every single one is important. Even the tiniest things. When you understand that, you'll start enjoying the small things!" Charlie's eyes sparkled with sincerity, and Yuta found himself wanting to believe her.

He turned back to the display, carefully considering each option until one caught his eye—a cellphone with a heart-shaped design on the back. It stood out, simple but noticeable. He picked it up and showed it to Charlie. "How about this one?"

Charlie let out a delighted squeal, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the heart. "It's really cuteeeeee!" she exclaimed, yanking it from his hand before racing over to the counter. She slapped down a pile of cash, grabbed Yuta's hand, and practically dragged him out of the store, her excitement bubbling over.

"Hey, jackass! That's for free!" Yuta heard the vendor yell after them, but Charlie didn't seem to notice. She was too lost in her thoughts, her mind racing with all the things she wanted to do next. Yuta glanced at her, deciding not to mention it. Whatever was coming next, it was clear that Charlie was determined to make it something memorable. And for the first time since he arrived in Hell, Yuta felt a small spark of anticipation of what else this girl will Charlie was setting up the cellphone, her fingers moving quickly over the screen, Yuta watched from behind, a mixture of curiosity and confusion in his eyes.

"What are you doing?" he asked, tilting his head slightly as he tried to make sense of her rapid typing.

"I'm making you a profile!" Charlie responded with enthusiasm, her eyes still glued to the screen. "With that, you can access social media and see all kinds of stuff from Hell! News, events, memes and porn if you are into it of course I dont judge!—trust me, it's all here."

Yuta blinked, still trying to wrap his head around the idea. "Okaaay… but why do I need—"

Before he could finish, Charlie spun around, aiming the camera at his face. "You need a profile picture! Smileee!"

Caught off guard, Yuta just stared into the lens, his face a mix of confusion and uncertainty. The camera clicked, capturing his bewildered expression.

"Perfect!" Charlie declared, completely satisfied as she looked at the result. She handed the phone over to Yuta, showing him the profile she'd created.

Yuta read the text aloud, his voice tinged with growing embarrassment. "'New to Hell, kind-hearted and timid? Looking for new memories?'" His eyes skimmed the rest, noting how effortlessly Charlie had summed him up, even if it felt a bit exposing.

Charlie beamed, practically glowing with excitement as she showed Yuta his new profile. "See? It's perfect! Now everyone will know you're here and ready to explore Hell!"

Yuta's response was a nervous chuckle, still trying to wrap his head around how fast everything was moving. "I'm not sure where to even start exploring… Everything here is so different from what I can barely remember... It feels like I'm trying to fit into a world that wasn't made for me."

Charlie slowed down, her expression softening as she turned to him. "Hey, I get it. Hell can be overwhelming. But that's why I'm here. We'll figure it out together, one step at a time." She reached out, gently squeezing his arm in reassurance.

Yuta managed a faint smile, touched by her kindness. "Thanks, Charlie. I just… I feel like I'm fumbling through everything."

Charlie's smile widened, a spark of determination in her eyes as she grabbed his hand and pulled him along. "Well, let's make some fun memories then! First stop—food! You've got to try this place I love. The menu is weird, but there's some really good stuff."

They arrived at the restaurant, its exterior a bizarre blend of gothic architecture and garish neon signs that screamed "Hell's finest." Yuta's eyes widened as they stepped inside, taking in the crimson chandeliers, snarling demon portraits, and a general atmosphere that was as eerie as it was fascinating.

Charlie noticed his wide-eyed expression and giggled. "It's got a certain charm, doesn't it?"

Yuta chuckled nervously. "Charm isn't the word I'd use, but… it's definitely unique."

A demonic waiter brought over the menu, and as Yuta scanned the options, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Uh, what exactly is 'Soul Stew'?"

Charlie leaned in, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret. "It's just a really spicy soup. The names here are meant to freak you out, but the food's pretty harmless—well, mostly." She winked.
Yuta glanced at the menu again, still unsure but trusting Charlie's judgment. "I hope it's not literally a soul…" he said with a shy smile as he ordered the dish.

As they waited for their food, Charlie leaned on the table, her gaze curious. "So… what do you think of Hell so far? I know it's a lot, but… any first impressions?"

Yuta hesitated, then sighed. "I don't know... I don't remember much about the living world. The only thing I recall is being in the middle of a city… with a bright blue sky… so I guess Hell's not that different—just more red and chaotic."

"Wait, so… you do remember something? Can you tell me?" Charlie asked, her curiosity piqued.

"I… well… I remember being in a park. I was just a kid, playing with Rika… not this Rika you know, but when she was human," Yuta said, his eyes softening as he recalled the memory. Charlie listened silently, sensing the weight of his words.

"It was my birthday… and she gave me this ring." He raised his hand, showing the ring with its small blue diamond. "We promised that when we grew up, we'd get married." He smiled faintly, but Charlie could see the sadness and pain in his eyes.

"But… that same day… she died. Right in front of me. After that, well… I guess you can figure out what happened next," Yuta finished, his voice dull as he referred to Rika's transformation into a cursed spirit.

Charlie's eyes widened, her heart aching for him. She couldn't imagine what it must have been like to experience something so tragic, especially as a child, right after making a promise like that.
"I… I'm sorry for prying too much…," Charlie said, her voice heavy with sympathy.

"It's fine, Charlie… you couldn't have known. Besides, I trust you. If you hadn't found me, I don't know how I'd be dealing with all this Hell stuff…" He gave her a small, reassuring smile, and Charlie felt a sense of relief.

"But still… I can't shake the feeling that this place wasn't meant for me."

Charlie reached across the table, placing her hand gently over his. "You'll find your place, Yuta. Hell isn't just fire and brimstone. I see it as a second chance—a chance to figure out who you want to be. And I'm here to help you do that."

Yuta looked at her, surprised by the weight of her words. For a moment, the burden on his shoulders seemed to lift, and a small, genuine smile tugged at his lips. "You're really something, Charlie. Helping some random sinner who doesn't even know what he's done?"

Charlie's eyes widened slightly—she hadn't seen him smile like that before. She couldn't help but smile back, feeling like she'd won a small victory. "You're kind, Yuta. I don't think you've done anything that bad. And even if you did, I think you deserve a second chance, like all the other sinners. Don't you?"

"A second chance…?" Yuta repeated, his voice filled with doubt. "Even if I did something really bad?"

Charlie nodded. "Even then."

Yuta fell silent, his mind swirling with uncertainty. He wondered, Could I really deserve that? What if what I did was unforgivable?

Their food arrived, interrupting the moment. Yuta just shook his head as he let the thoughts go for now, as he hesitantly took a spoonful of the Soul Stew, his eyes widening as the intense heat hit him, the sensation so strong it felt like fire. He gulped and offered an awkward smile as he continued eating, while Charlie snapped a picture of him, adding it to her growing collection of memories.
After their meal, Charlie led Yuta through the bustling streets of Hell, pointing out various landmarks and shops with infectious enthusiasm.

They eventually arrived at a furniture store, the windows displaying an assortment of bizarre and eclectic pieces.

"So… we need to get you some stuff for your room at your place," Charlie said as they entered.

"My place? But… I just got here," Yuta said, tilting his head in confusion.

"You'll be staying with me, at the building we were in when you first arrived," Charlie explained, surprising Yuta.

"Wait… you're serious? Just like that?"

Charlie chuckled. "I'm serious, Yuta. I told you're a good person, and I think we're going to get along perfectly. And don't worry about money or anything—I own the building."

"You… own it?" Yuta asked, clearly surprised. "But how... and why?"

Charlie hesitated, a hint of shyness returning as she thought about how to answer. "It's… a project I'm working on, but don't worry about it. I'm not sure if I'll finish it. And my father gave it to me so..."

Yuta sensed there was more to it, but he let it go, not wanting to press her. "Charlie… thank you, really. For giving me a place to stay. I'm grateful."

Without warning, Charlie hugged him tightly, her voice filled with warmth. "Aww… and thank you for sticking with me."

After letting go, they continued browsing the furniture store, with Yuta eventually deciding on a bed, a small table, and a couple of shelves. Instead of carrying everything themselves, Charlie called Razzle and Dazzle to take care of the delivery.

As they walked through the streets, Yuta noticed Charlie flipping through the pictures she'd taken of their little adventure, a smile on her face. Then her eyes lit up with another idea. "Oh! I know what we should do next. There's this party I heard about—it's chaotic, but I think it perfectly captures what Hell is all about. Plus, there are all kinds of sinners there!"

Yuta hesitated, clearly unsure. "I don't know… I'm dont think im ready to… see a lot of people"

Charlie laughed, looping her arm through his. "Don't worry! I'll be with you the whole time. But just be careful with some of the guests. There are traffickers, gang leaders… maybe even an overlord or two."

"Overlords?" Yuta asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Oh yes, they're the highest-ranking sinners, rulers of certain areas of Hell because of their power. They're dangerous, so try not to get too close to one, okay?"

Reluctantly, Yuta nodded, and they made their way to the party.

The venue was grand but not as imposing as Charlie's palace. Inside, the chaos of Hell seemed muted, replaced by a lively, almost electric atmosphere. Demons of all shapes and sizes filled the space, each immersed in their own form of revelry. As Yuta glanced around, he felt the stark contrast between himself and the others—most of whom bore drastic, intimidating changes from their human forms.

He caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror, noting that he hadn't changed much—just a small grey horn on the right side of his forehead, while the other seemed broken, likely from his fall into Hell. His eyes were still dark blue like in the picture of the file Lilith showed him before. His hair was still black, unchanged from his human life. The sight made him wonder how he'd retained so much of his former self while others seemed to transform completely. But he pushed the thought aside and stayed close to Charlie, hoping the night wouldn't be as overwhelming as it seemed.

As they navigated through the crowd, Charlie pointed out various demons, sharing tidbits about the more notorious ones. Yuta listened, trying to absorb the information while feeling out of his depth.

Meanwhile, atop the building, a meeting was taking place. A bull-like demon sat at one side of the room, his gaze fixed on a female demon of tall and slender stature. She had white skin, light blonde hair tied in a short ponytail, and eyes with red sclera and white irises. Small black horns adorned her head, and she wore circular-rimmed glasses with red-tinted lenses, a long white lab coat over a black turtleneck, long black gloves, black tights, and silver pointe shoes. Her demeanor was professional as she stood before the bull demon, who seemed pleased by her presence.

"Here's the order you requested, sir," she said, her voice cool and collected.

The bull demon smiled, a deep, rumbling sound that resonated through the room. "Excellent… Now, let's conduct our business, shall we? Carmine's brat…" His voice carried a subtle menace, but the girl merely scoffed at his remark, unphased by his imposing presence.

Below, the party continued, unaware of the dealings happening above, and Yuta, still adjusting to his new reality, couldn't shake the feeling that he was only beginning to scratch the surface of what Hell had in store for him.

End of Chapter

Writer: Well a bit of bonding for Charlie and Yuta, got lots of things planned for interactions for those two, so hopefully you will like it!
Also I would love to see what are you thinking about the pacing... is it slow? Or maybe a bit rushed? Dunno just tell me, as I said in the first chapter its my first story so would still love some comment on it, think its fine for now in my opinion, maybe Im just overthinking lol
As for a couple comments I saw about if there will be other of JJK characters... eventually yeah, of course some of the sorcerers have done very questionable stuff when they were alive, so it makes sense for them being in hell and lets just say that Yuta didnt arrive alone at the same time! (It will be obvious as for who) But as I said, eventually we will get get there.