I was here from a... let's say, an invitation. A summons from Bealz, the ruler of this twisted domain. They say his face was forged from the very essence of darkness, a brutal reminder of the power he wields. And when he looked at me, his eyes burned with an inner fire that seemed to strip my soul bare.

As I looked around, I realized this was not a place of sorrow but of profound joy. For here, everyone was free to be their most brutal, most fantastic self. There were no judgments, only the pure, unadulterated expression of one's soul.

And Bealz, with his brutal face and heart of... well, not gold, perhaps, but something far more complex, was the master of ceremonies in this grand, perverse ballet.

Heaven's Brutal Face