A rickety boat slides up along the bank of the river Acheron, and a slick, furless fela steps off and surrenders to a group of waiting devils.

The devils lead their silent captive down through four Circles of horrors to the river Styx, where a group of feral shades gnash and claw and beat one another in an orgy of violence all along the banks.

Cexonza scans the area wildly, looking for a familiar soul.

She freezes and her feline lips curl into a half-realized smile, her eyes widening with joy - or perhaps horror - and flooding with what will surely be an endless stream of tears.