A Game of Questions

The oppressive heat bore down on them as the barren landscape of the First Layer of Hell stretched endlessly before their eyes.

The ground beneath their feet radiated abnormal warmth, and the air shimmered faintly, as if mocking their attempts to find solace.

Anaya, Damon, and Daveon struggled with the unfamiliar environment, the sweat beading on their foreheads a clear sign of their discomfort.

"How are we supposed to survive here?" Anaya asked, her voice carrying a mix of frustration and unease.

"We don't even know where we're going," Damon added, glancing at Leana, who remained silent.

Leana had heard their complaints but paid them no mind. Without a word, she began walking away, her confident strides kicking up small clouds of dust.

She'd already made it clear: their survival depended on how well they followed her orders. Now, she wanted to see if they would trust her enough to follow without questioning.