In a world teetering on the edge of chaos, one question haunts me - what defines our humanity? I had awakened amidst grotesque remains in a bloody alley, with no memories to call my own; I found myself ensnared in the conflict of a kingdom on the brink of destruction. An alien to the world and myself, torn between rebels and a king, hunted and feared; I am a grotesque monstrous enigma, acid and anathema to the living, and a paradox unworthy of trust or compassion. Looking back, I am no innocent. My hands have wreaked havoc, my existence provokes dread, but is that all I am? A monster? Or is there more to me than the horror I've wrought? Is it our physical form that defines us, or our thoughts? In this precarious world, my dual nature pulls me in opposing directions, a constant struggle between my longing for connection and the monstrous tendencies within me. I am on a desperate quest to decipher the enigma of humanity - and of myself. But with every atrocity committed, every revelation uncovered, I am forced to confront a chilling truth: Can I even call myself human? *** I am consistently inconsistent with posting chapters. I try to post once a month, and if I miss a month, I will post at least twice the next month. I plan on getting a better schedule, but it isn't easy since I work a part-time job and am a full-time astrophysics student at university. P.S. Content warnings are there for creative liberty, and AI has assisted me throughout the process of making this story. If you wish to know more about my writing process, feel free to ask. I might also make a chapter later on explaining it.