When you hate yourself, life is hard. However, it gets exponentially harder when you've been tasked with killing everybody else like you, or be killed yourself. Welcome to the life of a Wretch.

In an infinity of realities everything is not only possible... It happens to be mandatory.

We fight. We die. We wake up again someplace new and We fight again. Doesn't matter if We win, that's just what We do. It's Our job, and We do it well.

"I've died an awful lot in my years, but hey, at least I get to make a difference each life. That counts for something, right?"