Yu Zhizhi woke up to find herself tied to a wooden chair, her hands bound behind her back.
She opened her eyes and saw the dim flicker of a candle flame. She was surrounded by damp cave walls, and below flowed a river of dark red blood. Occasionally, she could hear the sound of vultures outside, feeding on carrion.
'...Am I dead?'
'Is this hell?'
Her last memory was of falling from the high steps that extended from the Purple Gold Nether Hall. She didn't remember feeling any pain. She'd heard that the body blocks out sensation at the moment of extreme pain, and wondered if it was true.
Yu Zhizhi was a little dazed.
She stared at the damp cave walls, faintly hearing the sound of thunder. Another gust of cold wind swept in, carrying a chilling drizzle.
A figure slowly walked in from outside.
A dark green robe dragged through the river of blood, gradually turning red.
'Black and White Impermanence?'
'Or Yama?'
