You suppose right. I'm a Hashihime. This is my bridge, and the shrine that went with it. It came along with me.

[Her eyebrow raised when she looked at him. There was an implication that he was far more intimately aware of what was going on. The pipe fox on his shoulder was a good indication on top of it. She walked over to give it a boop on the nose before glancing over at him out of the corner of her eye.]

We're not in hell, so no. This bridge is nowhere near where it belongs. And neither are you... so what's your story?