The corridors of this realm shift again, now forming a mockery of government chambers. Here sit the politicians, once masters of manipulation, who sold the souls of their constituents for power and prestige. Their suits are now tattered, their polished veneers replaced with the grotesque features of parasites feeding on the lifeblood of democracy.

Their punishment is subtle yet endless. They are forced to debate with no audience, to legislate in a vacuum where their words carry no weight and their actions have no consequence. Each law they attempt to pass is torn apart by the spirits of those they oppressed.

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Yuki observes from the shadows, a smile playing on his lips. “You once silenced the voices of the people. Now, you will scream into the void, unheard and unseen.”

One by one, they crumble, their minds unraveling under the weight of their own irrelevance.