I am a failed creation, made up in a lab; A biological experiment gone wrong combining the DNA of the reptilian crocodile and the canid dingo.

My sole purpose is to do the dirty work of the same evil mastermind who created me.

And I never succeed.

People often ask me questions about my parents and I can't help but feel the painful truth stirring deep down inside me. It really burns me up inside like the very weapon I was assigned to carry out my duties with.

But when all of the hatred and the anger start to die down, I realize how much more pain I'm suffering from than the second-degree burns I leave on those around me. I realize my heart is the thing that's scorched the most.