She's barely a woman--little more than a girl. But she is pretty. She wears her long black hair half down and half in two tails at the sides of her head. It's hard to make out exactly what she's wearing--her long gown glints and glitters as if lit by stars, but there are no stars here.

She keeps her head up, trying to gaze above the flames, but tears glitter in her eyes. "Hello...? You came to Hell too."

What she's sitting on is not, in fact, just junk. It's a pile of seven swords, somehow arranged so they can be safely sat upon.