The first to arrive are the corporate titans. Once seated in glass towers high above the suffering masses, they now find themselves in a sprawling wasteland of infinite corridors lined with mirrors. Each mirror reflects their true selves: bloated forms with gaping mouths endlessly devouring resources, profits, and lives.

Their warden appears—a figure draped in a tattered straitjacket, white hair falling around glowing red eyes. Yuki’s steps are soft, almost playful, as he approaches the first of them, a CEO whose empire collapsed under the weight of exploited labor and environmental destruction.

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“You once fed on the desperation of the poor,” Yuki whispers, his voice cold and serene. “Now, you will feel their hunger.”

With a flick of his butterfly knife, the mirrors shatter, releasing swarms of ravenous shadows. The CEO screams as the shadows consume him from the inside out, each bite a reflection of every stolen opportunity, every ruined life.

And Yuki watches, eyes glinting with a mixture of satisfaction and disdain.