Only one with chaos within can give birth to a dancing star.

The city of dreams. I'd gladly kick the balls off the idiot who thought that one up.

Another sinner finds himself in the place he belongs to. A trunk.
Gustavo now suffers the purgatory he deserves. And perhaps has a moment to examine his conscience. Let's hope he finds it before the trunk opens back up.

Well, that way you'd kill two souls. Is that what you want?

Didn't go through hell and back just to stand in front of a door.