I am that which should not have come to be. I am the nightmare that thinks, breathes, and kills. An army or a lone farm boy, it makes no matter. I will hunt “It” until I perish, that fateful “It” which made me this way. The “It” that started it all, shall die by my hand. I will not stop. I will not rest. I will not breathe my last and die until I put to rest “It”. I am the one who should not exist. I am the nightmare that lives to kill “It”. I am Uxael. Behold your worst nightmare.