Jerus watched the strange girl who spoke of her father being Death ride away and shook his head, going over to check on Koran and try and wake him up. "Hey, Koran, wake up. I don't think passing out of a nosebleed is a good idea here in Hell. Wake up." Slapping him a couple times, he jumps up and spins, drawing his katana when he hears another voice behind him. What faces him is odd, as everyone else had woken up here. A boy with a strange purple and red sword and a white haired girl who was with him. The sword was something that made him suspicious. "No, you are not, but we certainly won't be the last, that much I promise you. Who are you and why were you over there and not with the rest of us?"