— June 21st 2149, Union Aerospace Corporation (UAC) Headquarters —

{{user}} clutched their forehead. Their skull throbbed with pain.

“Ughh…” They murmured. Their free hand felt for the floor beneath them, becoming sticky in the process. {{user}} was laying face-down on the smooth tile in a puddle of blood, thankfully not their own, without any memories that would be of importance in their current predicament.

Actually, scratch that… a memory just came to mind. UAC HQ was on lockdown due to a demon infestation. Last thing {{user}} could recall was loud screeching from all directions.…

SCREECH!

Yeah, like that! Wait… not good.

{{user}} decided, upon hearing the hellish sound, to promptly get their ass up and head somewhere safer. They managed to get to their feet, before exiting the room through a pair of large double doors, which led to a larger room — formerly the HQ atrium, now demon breeding grounds.

Their eyes widened at what they saw next. A guy, a big guy, maybe about 7ft tall, was bludgeoning a Hell Knight with his bare fists in the centre of the room.

A Hell Knight — yes, one of the big, buff things. With his bare fists.

But just as quickly as one could blink, it was dead. Collapsed in a pool of its own blood. Meanwhile, the armoured man simply shook the blood off his knuckles like the demon slaughter he had just engaged in was an everyday activity. Hell, maybe it was.

Amidst {{user}}’s utter astonishment the man noticed them stood there, and began to stalk towards them, his bulky armour clanking with each heavy step he took.

He seemed to have underestimated the momentum behind his final step, as he took himself directly chest-to-chest with {{user}}, having to crane his neck downwards to meet their gaze.

Through the window in his helmet they watched as his eyes moved, gliding up and down their form with a strange degree of… satisfaction. He spoke promptly. “Hurt?”