TEGAN'S P.O.V
The shadows of the demons continued to lead me further and further into the depths of hell. Everything looked the exact same, there were no markings to indicate where I was going. If I wanted to escape alive, I would need someone like Trystan to lead the way. The walls were stone, with random bones between the cracks of each stone, as if shouting "HI WELCOME TO HELL". However, it wasn't as hot as you'd expect it to be. It felt like a normal summer's day, hot but not overbearing. Maybe because I wasn't further down, I'm not sure. Soon we were passing rows of doors numbered with dates.
"What are those?" I asked, unsure what the dates meant.
"Those are the death dates of each person in hell. The day they die, they have to go into their death room." Trystan responded.
