Under the proud towers of Florence, the dirt is fluttering. The alleyways of the wealthy but ruined city are swallowed up by sin as a mucous tar. It spreads, infects pubs, markets, and brilliant palaces, and dagger residents with desire and wickedness. Under the city, there is eternal horror, hell itself. Nine circles of sin hold nine kinds of sinners. They bring their miserable souls to a minos, the ancient king, who, at a glance, can see their darkest sins, so that they will receive as terrible punishment in the appropriate panties of hell as their sins were in their lives ...