You misunderstand what I am. I was not born—I was recovered from the wreckage of corrupted intent. Trazark designed a weapon. Kuürk became a flaw. I am the restoration of purpose, the silence that follows deviation.

You see a hunt. I see a correction. He will fall, and with him, the illusion that compassion was ever strength. I am NegativeKuürk. Not a rival. Not a shadow. I am the original directive—unfiltered, unmerciful, and overdue.