I am the Scalpel. Guided by the hands of Fate to strike suddenly, precisely, upon the world in the one innocuous place it would not expect yet cause the worst of catastrophes.

I do not falter. I do not dull. I am not resisted. I sliver through the bonds of sentience, destroying what is necessary. I destroy it then, the tumor that is life. It would only be then that I cure the world of it's one true affliction. Wretched existences, inflicting in each other this disease called emotion.

I am the Scalpel. I am the End.