She found herself entangled in the deepest depths with the devil, a place where the world could never reach her. In times of dire need, when the world she once knew turned dark and shallow, who would she call upon? A protector, an angel, or perhaps even God? "They will only come to your aid," they said, "if you believe in their existence." But who did she call upon when she witnessed the world slowly devoured, like a candy bar she wished could last just a little longer? The answer was simple. No one. It was almost amusing, really. She didn't believe in anything—neither in God nor in the devil. They were mere notions lurking in the recesses of her mind. She had never bothered to contemplate where her soul might end up when she eventually departed from this world. Was this the end for her? How bitterly cruel.