In the silence of morning, on a frosty winter night, the savage howling winds announced the birth of a new mouse. But this mouse, heart chilled by bitter cold, would be different. He was abandoned in the winter's torture, and found by a group of rogue mice. With the passing of years he grew up, face frozen in the winter's curse. His heart was cold yet warm, his paws scarred yet agile. This is his story, his fate intertwined with death and life, his name forever a shadow of the light. This is the story of a mouse named Killer Instinct, or other words, Killer. This is his life dealing with death and life, dark and light. This is ...me.