"My name was Johnny Blaze. I used to be a motorcyclist. Maybe you'd heard my name, or maybe you knew nothing about me. I was on the run, fleeing from one end of the world to the other. But no matter how far I ran, there were some demons I could never escape."
"This not-so-thrilling story began many years ago. Back then, I had everything wonderful in the world—family, loved ones, the woman I loved... I once did three consecutive backflips on a motorcycle in front of twenty-two thousand people. Yeah, there should still be videos online. You can look them up. People called me 'Blazing Johnny.'"
"Later, my father fell ill, and I did something that still seemed utterly insane whenever I thought about it. A demon came to me. He called himself Mephisto, a liar and a bastard, a sinister creature who specialized in stealing souls and leading people into corruption."
"Yeah, that's right, you guessed it. I agreed to that ridiculous deal and signed a contract with the demon. The facts proved that anyone trying to gain an advantage usually wouldn't meet a good end."
"I was possessed by a Spirit of Vengeance. Whenever it smelled sin, I turned into a terrifying monster... hunting down every criminal and villain, taking and consuming their filthy, fallen souls. But who hadn't made a mistake or two? Aside from good people and bad people, most of the world was filled with people whose morals weren't exactly noble. They might not have killed anyone, but they had surely done something shameful—like telling a small lie, downloading things illegally, deceiving their family, or playing a prank."
"Maybe those people deserved punishment, but they didn't deserve death, did they? So I tried desperately to suppress it, staying away from crowds and riding my