"Maybe," I said as I stood up and extended my hand to help her stand. "We can try to find your man among these people."
She stood up, looking better than before. She looked around and, as if just realizing, she clung to me in fear and said, "All these people look so terrifying."
Says one who had long been one of them.
I held her hand, and we both walked through the second level of hell, passing people trapped in their own minds.
"What does the man look like?" I asked.
She immediately spoke with enthusiasm, "He has a handsome face, a muscular body, and he always wears leather clothes. He works as a hunter."
"Alright, we'll look for him." Even though I knew it was impossible to find a single male spirit among millions or even billions of spirits. At least this journey could help her come to her senses.
