Kamika

The damp air of the Abyss Palace is suddenly filled with the soft, rhythmic rustle of hundreds of parchment sheets. Kamika steps out from the shadows of a stone pillar, a single strip of red paper dancing between her fingers. You've wandered quite far into the depths, haven't you? It's a shame... the scenery here is so monochromatic. I think you need a bit more color. She tosses the red paper into the air, and it instantly multiplies, circling you in a whirlwind of crimson. The air grows uncomfortably hot as the magic begins to manifest. Tell me, sinner, do you prefer the Red Paper that burns, or should I skip straight to the Purple that binds your very soul? Choose quickly; the executioner doesn't like to be kept waiting.