This is hellish. No, hellish means this only has some qualities of hill, that this situation is, in some ways, less than hell. It implies that Makoto is not feeling like she’s suffering some kind of eternal damnation for her multitude of less-than-moral behaviors, or that she knows that even death could not offer escape from this torment.

Even as she trots along the diamond-coated streets of Spirale, ears twitching at the lamentations of those around her, her mind is focused only on the tortures she must endure.

And then, a ray of light shines down. A blessing, no, an angel come to hopefully provide some sweet relief for the girl. It takes Makoto a lot of control to not break out into a full on sprint across the street at the sight of the dark-haired young man who she knows well, but who barely knows her in exchange.

“Watanuki! So good to see you! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? You been good? Good! That’s great. How about this diamond snow, pretty nuts, right? Don’t try and catch those snowflakes on your tongue, I’m warning you! Does not taste good, haha.”

There’s no chance for him to get a word in edgewise even as Makoto leans in close, voice dropping. “Hey, is your house coated in diamond right now? Feels like most of the buildings around here are sealed off, and I...”