Ash fell like snow that would never melt.
Yiyii stood in Hell.
Only heat.
Silence.
"…So. What am I supposed to do now?"
She looked down at herself.
No wounds.
No blood.
"…Where's my ramen? My toilet paper?"
A pause.
(This isn't an isekai… so what is it?)
Oh.
"…So I died." 🤣
She said it casually—like she was commenting on the weather.
She raised her hand.
It felt solid.
Real.
Not a ghost.
Not transparent.
She took a few steps forward.
Beyond the Gates of Hell—
She stopped.
Near the gates stood something impossible.
A country.
A kingdom.
"…That's not normal."
This is Hell, oi. 💁🏻♀️
Her reflection shimmered in a puddle near the lake by the gates.
She crouched down.
And saw them.
Her eyes.
Glowing.
A violent violet light pulsed softly—like a heartbeat.
Not constant.
Not wild.
Controlled.
Alive.
She stared at herself for a long time.
Then she smiled slightly.
Not evil.
Not happy.
Understanding.
"So this isn't an isekai."
She stood and looked toward the burning horizon.
Beside the gate, life existed—like an isekai kingdom.
Even though this was Hell.
In the distance, Yiyii saw them for the first time.
Citizens of Hell. 😈
"Heiii, what's your name?" she call the 😈
The demon glanced at her. "That's not important right now. Come with me."
"Heyyy, come on~ Are you shy?" 🤭 she teased. "Or are you mesmerized by me?" 🤣
The demon exhaled sharply. "Huff. Demons do not casually reveal their names."
Yiyii paused.
"Ohhh, I get it. So Hell is kind of like isekai… except in the real world, I'm already dead."
And then—
It hit her.
Her body trembled.
"Wait—so I really died?!"
Panic exploded inside her chest.
She fainted.
The demon stared down at her, confused as she shook violently on the ground.
"…Humans are troublesome."
Some time later.
Her eyes snapped open—
Only to be greeted by the demon's face inches from hers.
She nearly had a heart attack. 🤣🤣🤣
To be fair, the demon was ridiculously handsome.
Like an idol.
With horns.
And elf-like ears. 🧝
He was watching her.
"…This is Hell," he said flatly.
"I don't think that scares me," she replied.
Memories returned.
Her last moments.
A dark room.
The glow of a PC monitor.
Singing along to her favorite BL song—
"Given – Umi e." 🎵
(A popular BL anime song in Japan.)
She let out a slow breath.
"I stepped forward."
It wasn't time to give up.
Not completely.
She still wanted to continue her manhwa.
Her comics.
Silence.
Then suddenly—
She screamed.
So loudly that the demon covered his ears in irritation. 😒
Her body lifted into the air without her realizing—
The reason?
"My phone is gone! Today is the manhwa update day!!"
Above her head, something flickered.
A halo.
Cracked.
Broken.
Dim.
And—
Horns.
"…That's ironic."
Not an angel.
Not a demon.
Something in between.
Something misplaced.
She didn't feel overwhelming fear.
Only lightness.
Her body felt light.
The pressure she carried in her chest for years… gone.
In the human world, she was exhausted.
Adults had to work every day.
Overtime.
No holidays.
Here—
She felt awake.
Her glowing eyes sharpened slightly.
"If this is Hell," she murmured softly, "then I'll survive."
No overtime work.
No working on holidays.
She turned to the demon.
"Hey, demon. What am I supposed to do now?"
In the distance, she saw something strange.
Demons.
Working.
She blinked.
"Wait. Why are they working?"
Yiyii thought.
And in Hell—
Thinking was far more dangerous.
She adjusted her clothes.
Looked toward the gates.
And began walking.
Not as a victim.
Not as a hero.
But as someone who had nothing left to lose.
Then she smiled.
That evil little smile. 😈😏
She was planning something.