16 years ago, on a night where the moon did not shine in the sky, where the wind howled and the sea churned in anger, a demon appeared.

With grey, stone like skin and a face that was almost a mask, it appeared upon the streets of Hong Kong with fresh human heads already dangling from its hip.

The heroes of the city rose up in defence but they were no match for the demons boundless might, with each swing of its sword, flesh was rendered, limbs were severed and heads rolled upon the asphalt floor.

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Hundreds rose against the demon, and thousands fell before its feet.

There was no stopping its rampage, and by the next day, when the Heroes that came from the closest city arrived, there was no one left to save.

The city was silent; none had escaped the demons wrath!

The heroes that had arrived on scene held in their tears as they tracked the demon back to whence it came, revenge for the fallen consuming all the space in their minds.

Alas, the demon was gone, never to be seen from again.

But they did not leave its lair empty handed, for its human borne child still remained.