Chapter 53, 4 minutes 48 seconds

"Its name is Styx,"

"The black water flows downward, reaching the dim and perilous cliff base.

I halted, gazing intently,

seeing the swamp full of people drenched in mud,

all naked, as if their anger hadn't subsided.

They were striking each other fiercely, not only with hands,

but also with heads, feet, chests colliding.

And they tore at each other's flesh with their teeth, biting until they were covered in wounds.

The sage said:

"Child, now you can see the souls of those overcome by rage,

all unable to control themselves."

..."

Ronald recited this verse with a calm tone, just as an office worker might complain about their boss on the way to work.

His low voice blended with the steaming hiss of the East Wind train, nearly imperceptible.

And as Ronald's words ended, the "Divine Comedy - Hell" in his sleeve once again vanished.

Almost unnoticed.