Jet

He’d finally found the one worthy of wearing his grandmother’s priceless antique necklace.

Jet;
An empty hell.

There was a glimmer of hope to light the dark before, but not anymore.

Was the room this hot before?

Surely if she were in hell there’d be the brilliant glow of the consuming fires that awaited her, but for her even hell would lay empty; its fire entombed.