Chapter 2

After much searching for an exit from this infernal hole, abandoned by God, I gave up finding a way out. Bitterness and

hopelessness fill my heart with the thought of being stuck here and never getting out again. Not because I'm afraid to

stay here or worried about someone, but because I can not stay here any longer, I need to find those two bastards, I

need to make them suffer, I need to make them feel like me.

After a while, I can calm down, using my revenge for willpower. I decide that I can not do it alone, so I start looking for a soul that seems older, stronger.

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I can find one quickly, and, ironic as it may seem, the old soul was the soul of a fat, elderly man with a large bald beard,

beach shorts, and a Hawaiian shirt. I then decide to go to the old man, I approach and I look closely at him; even in this

cold, hopeless and obscure climate, the man gives a kind of sense of security and exudes a kind of mysterious glow. He

looks pretty powerful.

The man then notices me looking at him and turns to me.

"What are you doing here, young man?"

I look at him inquisitively. Is he retarded?

"If I could, I'd be anywhere else now, old man, but I died. That's why I'm here.

The man then smiles at me and says:

"Of course I know you're dead, boy. As for anyone here, I could say with definite certainty that you will not leave for

eternity, but you, boy, you are special. You can leave here any time you want.

The old man gives the impression that he is affirming the greatest truth of this world.

- How can I get out when you want? Do you know of any way out? "

-Of course I know. The question is: are you willing to pay the price?