Katya POV
"So what does one even call this place?" I asked my father.
"Many names, but one of the more common is purgatory," he explained, his voice low and gravelly. I had read books, mostly fantasy, mentioning this realm as a place in-between life and death.
"It's nice," I said, causing him to chuckle softly. The sound reverberated through the area, mixing with the distant echoes of souls in torment.
"You can be honest, Katya, for no one, not even I, call this place nice," he said.
"Why is it like this, so... well, dark, I guess is the right word? The air, it's suffocating, as if you can taste the misery," I added.
"That's a better description of this place," he said, his voice tinged with sadness. He shook his head, as if trying to shake off the heaviness of the realm. "I am one
