For something.

She looked directly back at her. Trying to figure her out more than anything.

“Do you not understand me?”

She had encountered countless but this behavior freaked her out enough to take a step back.

Only a single one though. Shay didn’t want the other to think she was frightened just because she was smaller.

A soldier of sorts maybe? She did not seem like a couch lounger. Surely she was fighting -

It WAS pretty strong.

Shes due for a glass of wine.

…..

“I have nothing else new to report. Hell was simply filthy and it stinks.”

She releases all of her tension with a sigh. The recording is filled with an eerie silence before she wordlessly gets up and clicks the camera off.

Well then. She tosses her jacket on the couch. -

Serious now.

“No incidents. Granted I had great company today, which is exactly the problem I’m having.

Why did I get along with the sinners so well? Am I more like them than I thought? Maybe my greatest fears will unfold here but I have to keep walking.” -

Turned into a little success.”

She leans back on the chair rest, kicking up her feet on the table and loosening up her suit at the top.

“I’ve gotten used to it much quicker than I thought. My face off’s with the little demons proved to be useful…”

Her expression grows concerned, thoughtful and -

Especially in hell.”

…. She looked up at it.

“You are aware of the concept of sinners and why they’re all down here, aren’t you?”

now flicker at the houses popping up.

From everything that she saw of it, she was now glad it was keeping her company. She decides to scurry a bit closer next to it while walking.

“Aggressive. Loud. Their pain tolerance rises and so does their bravery. That’s not always for the good -