Gin forced a smile to his lips, though he was far from feeling it. He'd sent enough damned souls on to Hell to have a good idea of what it must be like, but this... this was on another level completely. He turned his head, but forced himself not to see her.

She was there. Right next to him. So close he could smell her hair and feel her soft skin against brush against his arm.

But she was also one of them. "Ara? Another familiar face. Well don't this just beat all?"