AZRAEL
I spend every waking moment hunting down these vile, unnatural creatures with a dangerous obsession, and because of it, I haven't slept at all.
The days and nights have merged themselves into one — time itself a construct that passes by quickly and yet not fast enough.
With every throat I slit and skull I crush within my fists, these beasts reanimate themselves like pesky zombies over and over again, until I've vanquished them more than a couple times before they stay dead and turn into black ash that seeps back into the earth.
Their new design is much more annoying than the first one I encountered at Wilderose Manor. Larger, uglier, with an impossible will to live, kill, and destroy.
Worst of all, there are a dozen of them — creepy and crawling in the woods — almost as though someone's been secretly building an army under my nose.
