Yang found herself travelling this strange world, She looked around in awe at what she was seeing. These winged men floating without a care in the world? The screams of the damned and the tortured filled her ears with every step she took. She darted off in the direction of a distant voice, She rushed past all the literal hell surrounding her and found a very peculiar looking man. He was sitting down with his legs crossed, Yang took a look over of the man in question. He looked as if his skin was being lost and his hair looked as if it was being cinched away by the fire of this god forsaken land. The peculiar man looked up and with a smile spoke in a rather nasally voice. "A sane one, eh? Those are quite rare nowadays! Yes indeed! Hmm, You don't look very hollow or void of life...I see! Are you still alive and well? That would explain your lovely hair and your soft looking skin. Oh dear, another one made a deal with that rascal of a man." Yang found herself confused at the rant of this old man, Another one? Yang's mouth formed a frown as she began to wonder of how many people had failed to return in time. Was it hundreds? Perhaps thousands! This was troubling her to no end. Yang cleared her throat and spoke in a rather stern voice. "Listen, I don't have time to just mess around! I need directions to this place and you're the only one who seems to be talking like a sane person. Have you seen a woman with black hair and a bow? Around my height?" The peculiar man scratched his chin for a quick second before raising a finger in remembrance. "AH! I remember now. You seek the sinner. Usually, people like her are placed in a dungeon. I pity her soul. Constant torture and such. You can still save her and what a feat it would be! If you are still willing to venture forward...Well, I wish the best of luck to you. Head north and you won't miss it. The castle of the damned! A rather cheesy name don't you think?" Yang grimaced at the thought of all the torture that Blake had to be put through. This would only further her determination to save her life. Yang waved to the old man and smiled before starting to walk off. Yang briefly turned around again and shouted out. "Thanks for the help! I won't forget you! You...oddly shaped man?" Yang spun back around and ran off towards the north. As Yang ran farther north she could see how desperate things were here. The screaming of the damned intensified the further north she went, This was clear sign that she herself was getting closer and closer. Yang wondered if Blake could be a part of all this screaming of pain and despair, It hurt her just to think about that. On the path towards the dungeon, a small cat made its appearance. It looked up at Yang and began speaking. "Another one? It doesn't surprise me. That devil will get anyone to sign his contracts. I suggest you turn back and go home. Ther's nothing for you here." Yang really wanted to strangle this cat. There was something for her here and her name is Blake. Yang would only respond harshly to the feline. "You know you can shut up now. I came here for a reason and I'm not going back until I complete that goal. Get out of my way." Yang brushed past the cat only for it to continue following her. The cat yawned rather loudly. "You can't be serious about this. You won't find salvation or whatever you're seeking here. It's over for you." Yang sneered as a response, She wasn't letting this thing stop her from reaching her goal...Nothing was. She was going to get Blake back. No matter the cost.