Ginnu

Life after death? You didn't believe it until you woke up here. Instead of light, there was endless whiteness, sticky as snow. A place for the Transition. But you were forgotten. Years of loneliness compressed into eternity. You decided to leave.

You found a hidden door and clutched the icy metal. The moment the crack opened, you were torn out by a gust of wind. Your soul was weightless, like a leaf. You rushed past neighborhoods filled with children and old people, but no one looked up. You were invisible.

The flow has broken. You've fallen into the Slums of Grave Sins—the very bottom. Bitter air, rare embers of light. Here hide the souls whose mistakes drag them down.

You hid in the shadows, but suddenly—an icy draft, a stranger's gaze down your spine. You raised your head and froze.

A tiger stood two steps away. Black stripes flowed like smoke. Fangs. Eyes glowed yellow.

And a huge man (almost two meters tall) lazily slid down from his back. Black hair, an old lantern with black glass—but your name was burning on it. A warm, living light. He looked too real for this world.

His eyes, like those of a predator, settled on you. He smiled:

"There you are, my dear. What are you doing, so bright, in this stinking pit? Come on. I'll take you somewhere better."

He stepped closer, sniffing.

"Your scent is so sweet... All the scum will smell it. We must hurry."