Guilt is a map, and every mile is fire. We begin at the rusted gates of Hell, where Dante, our crusader hero, tastes only ash. He is guided by two figures: Virgil, the steady lantern of reason, and the memory of Beatrice, his lost beloved. As the iron gates vibrate and their letters begin to glow, the descent commences. From this threshold, the journey is a sequence of choices, each one pulling...
