Zumi departed from the transportation vehicle that took her to the edge of Hell. From here, Zumi traveled on foot.
It intimidated her, to say in the lightest. This was where she belonged, where she should be placed at as a tree. Without really meaning to, Zumi reached up and touched the marks on her neck, rubbing it gently as she continued down the path to Hell. In a way, it was calming, it felt like home, but this probably would be because it was where she was meant to be, and instead she wasn't. Satan must have been extremely pissed that he lost a soul to whatever the hell Zumi had wrong with her. Sighing, Zumi kept walking.