The Judge of Hell before me wore a black robe that trailed along the ground, his brows set beneath a frost that had lasted ten thousand years. When he sensed on me the trace he had searched for over a thousand years, his hands, which held the Book of Life and Death, suddenly clenched tight. But I was just an ordinary person who had fallen here from the modern world.
Only when fragments of broken memories came rushing back did I understand...
To find me, he fell from his place as an emperor in the heavens and became the Judge of Hell. He kept watch over the Gate of Reincarnation, witnessing a thousand years of sunrises and sunsets and identifying the souls reborn across a thousand years. When he took my hand, his voice was hoarse as a weathered stone tablet: “You’ve finally...”
But the debts of reincarnation, the grievances of the heavens, and a thousand years of obsession have knotted into an inescapable snare. Between us lies more than life and death: a tribulation spanning a thousand years.
