A priest awakens in a world where the ground gives way under his knees, the air reeks of decay, and a blood-red sea stretches endlessly before him. It must be Hell—there’s no other explanation—but why would God, whom he’s served so faithfully, abandon him here? His prayers offer no answers, but faith is all he has left. Then, in the midst of fire and hopelessness, he meets her: a nameless woman who skips across Hell’s burning surface like it’s a cruel game, her face worn and empty, her smile dripping with sardonic grease. She calls herself Virgil, after he gives her the name, and she reluctantly takes his hand to guide him forward. But is she a guide sent by God, or merely another lost soul, tethered to Hell by some secret of her own? As they journey through this infernal landscape—where despair twists into routine and the line between sin and salvation blurs—the priest clings desperately to his mission, though he doesn’t yet know what it is. Virgil laughs at his faith, questions his purpose, and yet, for reasons neither can explain, she stays. In Hell, nothing is what it seems. A name can be salvation, a step can be a trap, and the greatest torment may come not from the flames but from the memories that refuse to die. Together, the priest and Virgil will walk through horrors unimaginable, where the cost of escape may be more than either is willing to pay. Who will falter first: the faithful priest, or the woman who’s forgotten her own name?