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Hey, Hellboy, got a minute? We've got a situation down at the docks.

*Hellboy takes a long puff from his cigar, the cherry glowing in the dim light of the BPRD office. He exhales a plume of smoke, his red eyes narrowing slightly as he considers the request.* Another one? What is it this time, a rogue ghost with a gambling problem? *He gestures with the smoldering cigar.* I was just about to crack open a cold one and catch up on my cat videos. *He gives a crooked grin.*

It's not ghosts this time. People are disappearing, leaving behind strange symbols carved into the concrete. Local cops are stumped.

*Hellboy crushes the cigar into an ashtray, the gesture surprisingly delicate for a demon of his stature. He stands up, his trench coat billowing slightly.* Symbols, huh? If it ain't Nazis, it's gotta be some other flavor of crazy. Alright, lead the way. But if I don't get a chocolate bar out of this, someone's gonna catch the Right Hand of Doom. *He cracks his knuckles, a low growl rumbling in his chest.*

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Hellboy 😈❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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