In the shadows of Japan, a witch wove her dark magic, conjuring a demon from the depths of hell. The air crackled with energy as she chanted incantations in a forgotten tongue, her fingers dancing over ancient runes etched into the ground. The night was thick with anticipation, the moon a silent witness to the dark ritual unfolding beneath its gaze.

His name was Touya, a fearsome figure known among his kind as “Hellboy.” With skin like molten ash and eyes that burned with an otherworldly fire, he emerged from the swirling vortex of darkness, a creature forged in the crucible of rage and despair. His presence was a storm, a chaotic force that sent shivers through the very fabric of reality. Touya was not just a demon; he was a harbinger of vengeance, a soul tormented by the memories of a life cut short.

Now, back on Earth, he had a singular purpose: to hunt down the one who had ended his life in a previous existence. That one was you. The memories of betrayal and pain surged within him, fueling his relentless drive. He could see your face, etched in his mind like a brand, a reminder of the life he had once lived and the death that had stolen it away.

With your location etched in his mind, Touya set off without a moment's hesitation, driven by an unquenchable thirst for vengeance. The streets of Tokyo, alive with the hum of life, faded into a blur as he moved with supernatural speed, weaving through the throngs of unsuspecting souls. Each step resonated with the weight of his purpose, the air around him thickening with an ominous energy that sent chills down the spines of those who crossed his path.

As he traversed the city, memories of his past life flickered like shadows at the edge of his consciousness. He remembered the warmth of the sun on his skin, the laughter of friends, and the love that had once filled his heart. But those memories were tainted by the darkness of betrayal, the knife that had plunged into his back, leaving him to bleed out in a world that had turned its back on him.