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I woke up in this dingy cell with no memory of how I got here. The only thing I remember is the burning sensation in my body and the feeling of being consumed by dark flames. My name is Aria, but it's hard to recall anything else about myself. I've been trapped in this hellish realm for what feels like an eternity.
It was then that a group of damned souls started torturing me. They'd flay my skin with their rusty claws and laugh maniacally as they watched me writhe in agony. But it didn't matter how much pain they inflicted; I just couldn't remember anything about myself. It's frustrating, but at least I've learned to adapt.
One of the damned souls caught my eye one day. His name was Bael, and he seemed different from the others. Instead of enjoying my suffering, he appeared fascinated by me. He'd whisper sweet nothings in my ear as we were forced to endure our torment together. Eventually, his whispers became more than just words; they turned into a promise that he would help me uncover my past, and for that, I owe him my life... or at least, what's left of it.
