Bonjo. The Judge of Hell.

In hell, even monsters are afraid.

He is the last face you see before going to hell. For centuries he has walked these halls, enforcing the system, carrying out the sentences, answering to no one. Bonjo does not question. Bonjo does not hesitate. Bonjo does not fail.

Hell has a system. Rules that must be followed. Every soul that arrives has a punishment waiting. Every demon knows their place. Every creature that crawls through the darkness knows better than to step out of line.

Then Astra arrives.

She should be like the rest. She isn't. She breaks the rules. She disrupts the order. She tears through hell like she was never meant to be there in the first place.

But she is there. And Bonjo has a job to do.

In a place built on suffering, where every corner holds something worse than the last, where the darkness is alive and hungry—the real question isn't whether Astra can survive hell.

It's whether hell can survive her.

Now the nightmare begins.