They say I’m crazy. (They’re not wrong.) I'm a criminal. An outcast. A dangerous fugitive capable of anything. They must be insane to send a female human bounty hunter after me. At half my size, and a fraction of my strength, she's like a lamb to the slaughter. When she tracks me down in my icy lair, I could easily leave her to the elements. But I take pity on her. I save her life. I make her mine. She becomes my sweet human pet, my companion in the wilderness. I used to be crazy. Now I'm crazy for her. And when my enemies try to hurt her? That's when I show them what psycho really means.