The moon is dark, the wind is high, the storm rages.
Rain Water drips down from the eaves of the Heavenly Prison, countless prisoners raise their heads, watching the unending drizzle outside, their eyes filled with longing.
Rain, they haven't seen rain for a long time.
Heavenly Prison is pitch black, here they are like maggots in a cage, not knowing when they might mildew and despair.
The entire cell is filled with the stench of urine, a bucket of excrement is right inside the Heavenly Prison, every day, you have to live with it.
And this is the better situation, some people have suffered severe tortures, without treatment, resulting in festering flesh, unbearable sight, the stink of which spreads throughout the Heavenly Prison.
This place is the Purgatory of the Mortal World, the prison guards at this time are inside the great prison, cursing as they look at the pouring rain outside; "This damn weather."
