Beneath the heat of a red sky, fiends torture the souls of the damned as baleful statues look down. Thick smoke from the pits of lava obscures vision. Gouts of flame erupt from the pools of molten rock. Torture cages hang from deformed trees. Piles of bones along with the skinned and desiccated bodies litter the infernal pit. But they are not dead. Skulls and corpses moan and wail in agony. Ripped-out hearts still beat. And worst of all...bloody brains that have been removed from craniums still think and endure eternal psychological and spiritual torment.

What sort of mortals would dare venture here willingly and why?