"What the!?"
The voice belonged to the devil Yama. When Sylia heard that she could not help but sigh in irritation. Even the look of the Yama was enough to boil her anger. Let alone making her angry by having a conversation with him.
She could hear faint sounds of footsteps coming towards her. The amount of force with which he was stomping his foot on the ground was enough to make her realise that the devil must have been a lot furious right now. But what does it have to do with her? Was she afraid of him? Never. He was the one who should be afraid of her and not the other way around.
"What the hell is going on here." Yama stood in front of the dark room and glared at the person who was sitting inside the dark room on the ground. He clenched his fingers into a tight fist and he was just about to enter when he felt that something was stopping him from going inside.
"What have you done?" Yama screamed angrily.
