Yamato is falling. When he finally comes to Yamato finds himself falling a great distance. Yamato tries to call out but his throat is assaulted by an intense heat that felt like someone was pouring fire down it. Yamato looks down and sees the ground coming in fast. He was going to hit the ground. Yamato closes his eyes and braces for impact. Yamato hits the ground hard but felt nothing. He opens his eyes and looks around.

“What the hell is going on here? Where am I?”

Yamato looks up to see where he fell from but sky was further than he could see, surely he couldn’t have fallen that far, he would have been dead upon impact.

“Dead…”

Yamato gets sudden flashes of his wife Junko.

“That’s right Junko! Where is Junko?”

Yamato then gets images of him taking the medicine with the alcohol and lying next to his wife.

“That’s right… she took her own life and then I…”

“Welcome soul of the damned to your worst nightmares.”

Yamato jumps back at the sudden appearance of a huge creature. It stood about seven feet tall and was heavily muscled. His skin was gray and his eyes were blood shot eyed. The creature inched his way to Yamato. Yamato got in to his low fighting stance not sure what he was looking at.

“Who are you and where am I?”

“You’re in Hell boy.”

“Hell?”

“For crimes of suicide, you are now to be tortured for all eternity.”

“Wait, wait, wait, I don’t want that!”

The demon steps back and glares at Yamato.

“Fine you will not be torn apart on one condition.”

Yoshiko let out a sigh of relief; he couldn’t believe that actually worked.

“Alright, so what is this condition? Sell my soul or something?”

The demon grimaced at Yoshiko making him flinch in fear of being hit by his massive hands.

“We already own that!”

“Right, so what is the condition then?”

“Fight...”

“What do you mean fight?”

“The Hell Fighters Tournament is a competition that allows damned souls to fight their way into having their wish granted. It is only held once every hundred years, and this year is the year of the tournament. So, will you fight?”

Yamato considered his option on the situation. No doubt he would probably end up fighting monsters in such a place, and he would more than likely lose. Still it was better than lying down and accepting his fate. And with that one wish he could get out of here. That’s when it dawned on him.

“Wait, you said that I’m here for crimes of suicide right? Did a woman with fire red hair and pale skin come here? Her name would be Makida Junko.”

“You just assume I know the name of everyone that comes in hell?”

“Well do you?”

“…Yes, there was a woman by that name that descended here, she currently is residing in the pits, look.”

Yamato sees his wife scream in torment as her entire body is ripped apart by the demons. Yamato fills a heat in his chest, she didn’t belong here he thought.

“I’ll fight… I’ll fight and I’ll win.”

Demon let out a grunting laugh.

“You will try.”

The demon grabs Yamato’s wrist. Smoke started to come from the demons grip but Yamato felt no pain. When the demon removed his grasp, there was a weird design burnt on to Yamato’s wrist.

“This will allow you to freely move about hell as if it was a normal city. It will also let you know when it is your time to fight.”

“Anything else I need to know about?”

“The matches here are death matches, so lose at your own peril.”

The demon raises his hand and a large door appears behind him.

“Welcome damned soul, to Hell City.”