We walked for a short while, following the guide, until a massive platform opened up before us—lined with countless rails.
All around, other guides in mini skirts stood in place, accompanied by people like me, eyes darting in every direction, as they waited for their trains.
Dozens of rails stretched across the ground like veins beneath skin.On the platform floor, letters and numbers marked the rails—A-1, A-2, A-3—neatly written in long rows.Beyond the A-line came B, then C, D… all the way to Z.A labyrinth of metal paths, each leading somewhere deeper into Hell.
We climbed up to a skywalk above the rails, walked for quite a while, then descended again at the P-line.We stood over the letters P-3, painted cleanly beneath our feet.
"What is this place?" I asked.
"This," she replied, "is the starting point.Everyone who's finished their judgment is assigned somewhere, and these rails will take them there.See over there? All those people just arrived on Basement Level Two, like you. They're waiting to transfer."
"There are so many rails… Where do they all lead?"
"Each letter leads to a different area. Some go directly to the factories, others to the dormitory district, public lounges, or even the priest's domain.This line—P—takes us straight to the presentation building."
I couldn't help but stare in awe at the sheer scale of the platform."Wow… This is incredible. So, in Hell, most people get around by train?"
"That's right! Especially here on Basement Level Two—rails are laid out in an extremely organized system.Whether it's the main factory, central lounge, dorms, or even the sports ground, you can get anywhere by train from here.You'll be using it often, so it's best to get used to it quickly.Though be warned, with so many letters and numbers, it can get confusing.If you take the wrong line, you might end up going the long way—or worse, in the completely wrong place.So if you're unsure, ask a crew member before boarding."
"So… no cars? No planes?"
She shook her head with a soft laugh."Unfortunately, we don't have the sky space for planes here.Though I've heard the 'God' of this world has a gift that allows flight even in low altitudes."She leaned in, voice dropping a note."As for cars—they exist, but regular citizens can't own them.Most of them are freight trucks, used to move goods.The rest? Reserved for high-ranking officers in Hell."
As I peppered her with questions, a small round-shaped train approached from the distance—like an underground pod just big enough for three or four people.It slowed gracefully as it neared, then came to a quiet stop.
"Ah, the train's here. Let's board.I'll explain the rest while we travel."
Shhhhhhhk—
She touched the side of the train, and the doors hissed open, sliding aside with mechanical precision.
Inside, there were seats for four—two facing forward, two backward.We sat across from each other.
Another touch, and the doors sealed shut.The train began to move—smooth at first, then accelerating into a silent, uncanny speed.
"Whoa… this is fast. Like high-tech fast. So this runs on electricity, like a subway?"
"Yes, it does. Just like in the living world, this train uses electricity as its main power source.In fact, nearly everything in Hell—trains, lights, electronics, even daily items—runs on electricity."
As the train glided forward, the guide pointed out various places through the glass.
"Have you heard about our power plant?"
"Power plant?"The moment she said it, something in me tightened.
My mind flashed back to that horrific scene in the waiting hall.A Christian man charging at a woman in a black suit—calling her a witch.Her Hellfire gun—and the way it lit his body in green flame.His screams.The way two giant men hauled him off like a sack of meat.I remembered.They said they were taking him to the power plant.
But I didn't want to bring any of that up.So I played dumb.
"Power plant? Come on. You don't mean like hydroelectric dams or nuclear reactors down here, right?"
She giggled like she was teasing a child.
**"Ahahaha! Sadly, we can't do wind power—there's no natural airflow.And we can't build dams big enough for hydro.Nuclear's out too—radiation in an enclosed space like this would be catastrophic.
But we do have one power plant.A very special one.The only one we need.It's a thermal power plant."**
"Thermal...? But that means you need constant fuel. Like coal or oil, right? Don't tell me…"
A dark image crawled up my spine—The man.His body engulfed in eternal flames.The place they dragged him to.The furnace.The truth.
She smiled as she said it,"To spin the steam turbines, we need something that can burn forever.Luckily, here in Hell, we have no shortage of souls burning eternally in Hellfire.They fuel the great furnaces.Their suffering creates the steam.The steam powers the turbines.And the turbines produce a massive, endless current of electricity.More than enough for all of Hell's layers.It's the perfect system—for Hell."
She laughed.Bright. Carefree.Like she hadn't just described an infinite torture engine powered by human agony.
And suddenly, the illusion cracked.
For a moment, I'd forgotten.The clean buildings, the trains, the guides in white skirts—it had all felt… normal.Better than normal.But this?This was Hell.
That man hadn't even had a trial.He would burn for eternity, his soul reduced to nothing more than a cog in a machine.Fuel.That's all he was now.And it could have been me.
I felt pity.Horror.And, deep beneath that—relief.
It wasn't me.Not this time.
And then… she spoke again.
"It was about ten days ago, I think?I had another guest, like you.But he tried to touch my leg on this very train.So I burned him—with my Hellfire gun."She pulled the gun from her waist and pointed it at me, mimicking the motion of pulling the trigger.
My vision went white.I broke into a cold sweat—cold, despite being dead.For a moment, I felt like I might die again.
"H-holy hell!"
She burst into laughter."AHAHAHAHA! It's a joke! Just a joke!"
She clapped her hands in glee as she saw my face.
"Eric, I wouldn't shoot just anyone with Hellfire.You're cute. Kinda my type.I just wanted to tease you a little. Teehee~"
She said it with the innocent face of a child—but behind that smile was a devil with no sense of guilt.
When I first saw her, I thought she was some kind of angel—pure and sweet.But now, sitting here in this sealed space, I realized what she truly was.
A demon.
And it terrified me.
I wanted to run.Anywhere.Anywhere but here.
This is Hell.I am a slave.And these people—these officers—they are devils who kill for fun and never feel guilt.I must stay sharp.I must survive.Or I too will be cast into the flames, never to return.
I didn't show it on my face.But inside, my soul was shivering.And I made a vow in silence:
I'll never let my guard down again.