"It's not just me who decides things around here. There's an entire empire.
And a goddamn KING."

Ha, not just one—there’s a couple of them.
I’ve only met them rarely, and tonight will be another such night.

I’m walking into a party, an exclusive one.
If I’m the devil, then what do I call the others here? Just the fucking worst: cruel, degenerate, bloody—

Pull yourself together, I muttered to myself.

This isn’t the usual party.
In this world, euphoria doesn’t come from just drugs and loud music.
It’s all about torturing.

Hell? That’s a joke. I bet it’s way less cruel than this place.
Look to your right—just a peek. Don’t you dare stare, because if you do, they’ll make you join in. And if you don’t, then you’ll be the next victim. How fun is that?

I bet you can see, from the corner of your eye, the blood splashing everywhere and hear the screams.

Yes. Screams.
That’s what they’re addicted to.
There’s no mercy here.

Now look ahead: someone’s strapped to a wall, naked, while their skin is being tattooed with sulfuric acid.
They pour it on the same spot again. And again. And again.

What’s worse than cutting off each of your senses one by one?

Can you guess the age of the victims here? It’s natural if you can’t—they’re deteriorating alive.

They’re young....