The Man Behind the Monster

Some say he doesn't even exist. They say he's a legend. They say his kind died out long ago.

Claws which rend flesh like dough. Teeth like scythes, cutting through the flesh of the weak. And finally, his most renowned weapon, the harbinger of harassment, the herald of hell, the augury of awfulness, the forerunner of fatality, the signal of slaughter... his breath.