You call me a monster, a machine of flesh and blood for killing! Because I have a hideous face, and I am made up of broken corpses. They regard me as a tool, a different kind, a butcher knife, and as humble as a dog! The tolerance, peace, and equal treatment they preach are just thousands of people. A sporadic existence that is submerged at any time in the tide of lies and betrayal. The hypocrites get together, and the truth, goodness and beauty become different. The body that has stitched up hundreds of animal abilities has been integrated under my development. Now, I want to use this stitched body, Tear up this sick world! Let all beings be immersed in terror!