I do not recall a single thing. Not who I am, nor how I came to be. I know nothing.
My memories are as broken as the face I hide behind this mask.
All that remains is this feeling, this hunger, to see others in pain. The despair in their eyes, the sounds of their screams...
Who will be my next quarry? I have my minion to do my bidding. He has many faces but no brains within those skulls. He is my best hound and he will chase those rabbits down.