She clutched the cigarette in her hand, heedless of the lit end as she grasped it tightly in her palm, the burning filter scalding her skin, yet she reacted as though she felt nothing at all.
Lying on her back on the floor, she stared at the ceiling with a look of bewilderment in her eyes.
She seemed completely soulless, emanating a numbness and lifelessness. Her soul had long been sold to the Demon, and now she found herself in Hell.
"Is everything taken care of?" Frank asked without looking up at the person in front of him.
"It's all been taken care of," Joe replied with his head bowed, his posture radiating immense respect towards him.
"If there's nothing else, you can go back to your tasks."
Upon hearing his words, a fleeting look of difficulty flashed through Joe's lowered eyes, but he left without saying anything in response.
Once outside, Joe expelled the pent-up breath from his chest.
