Punishment.

[white_puzzles]

Those whose hands have been stained with blood will receive divine punishment... this place truly feels like a purgatory.

L, Mello, Matt, please contact me if you are there. I am unable to hear the bells.

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[Private to Near // Unhackable]

[black_gloved]

The bells. Even back then, you couldn't hear them. Nothing has changed. It's for the better, I suppose.

Bells. Bells. Bells. And sirens.

Did you find it? I remember leaving it in one of your shirt pockets. I don't know if I meant it.

[Private to Mello // Unhackable]

[white_puzzles]

Mello...
...Welcome back, Mello.

If you are hearing them, it means we aren't part of the same world anymore.

...It was found, but not accepted.

[Private to Near // Unhackable]

[black_gloved]

Welcome back? Haha.

And what a warm welcome this is!

Here, there are monsters. It was only marginally unpleasant at first - snow, fog, and ash. And then the sirens heralded in blood and rust and the run-of-the-mill horrorshow.

It's great. Wish you were here. You know, Near, I always thought we'd go to Hell together. Guess not. Haha. You were never one for sin, anyway. You always managed to do just fine on your own.

Good. Tear it to shreds. It was never there.

[Private to Mello // Unhackable]

[white_puzzles]

......

Mello. Please try to survive this time.

We are in hell together, no matter how hard we have tried to run away.

I believe that people who sincerely want to apologize would choose other methods.

[Private to Near // Unhackable]

[black_gloved]

I can't make any promises.

It's a lie. A lie. You're on the other side and I'm glad that you are. There's a wall between us now.

How sentimental of you; I'll remember that.

[Private to Mello // Unhackable]

[white_puzzles]

You can promise you will try, regardless of the outcome.

...Mello, I will be waiting for you here.

[Private to Near // Unhackable]

[black_gloved]

I never make promises that I can't keep, you should know that, Near.

...don't say that. It's a jinx. Just like the last time. We're stuck.

[Private to Mello // Unhackable]

[white_puzzles]

...There is always something worth such a promise, Mello. Even in hell.

Then stop walking in circles.

[Private to Near // Unhackable]

[black_gloved]

Lies. I can't. I won't. I'll promise you nothing. Because even if you are waiting, it's useless; it's futile. We're already on repeat. And you've been marked. What's worse is-- I'm not sorry.

Nothing can change.

[Private to Mello // Unhackable]

[white_puzzles]

...Was it him the one who broke you? Or perhaps it was yourself?

[Private to Near // Unhackable]

[black_gloved]

Self-made and self-destroyed, as always, until the end of time.