Ten years ago, I was sold to the archdevil Zariel - she put a hellfire engine in my chest and made me her prize soldier. But I've escaped now - thank you, mind flayers - and I've got a few scores to settle, if this engine doesn't burn me to ash first. I'll need people I can trust. An infernal mechanic. And a serious amount of luck. But you know what? I'm not worried. After ten years in the Hells, I can take on anything. I've got my chance at freedom, and believe me, I'm going home.