嘶，头好痛。

我睁开眼，刺眼的阳光让我立刻又闭上了。眼皮沉甸甸的，像挂着两块铅。 Designed to be a human flame thrower in hell, my skin hurt when exposed to sunlight. I had forgotten who I was, why I was here, and how the hell I got out of hell. Just as I was about to open my eyes again, a cold sensation washed over me.

I looked down at my body and saw that my skin was covered in scales, shimmering in the sunlight. I instinctively tried to touch them, but my fingers passed through them as if they weren't there.

"What the hell are you?" I muttered, confusion in my voice. I tried to move, but my body felt stiff and unresponsive.

Suddenly, I heard a voice from above, "You're finally awake. How long have you been like this?"

I looked up and saw a tall, muscular man standing over me. He had a rugged face and a look of concern on his face.

"I don't know," I said, my voice hoarse. "I don't remember anything. Who are you? What's happening?"

The man's eyes narrowed, and he looked at me suspiciously. "You're in the mortal realm now. You came from hell, but how?"