The moon was so bright and full as it hovered over Agust'd chair. It seemed to be the only place for light. There was not but a torch in sight.

The God and the boy stared at eachother. They had been for hours. It was Agust that spoke first.

"Park Jimin."

The black haired boy blinked and then nodded it wasn't a question.  It was a statement.

"Welcome to hell. Enjoy your stay."