My name is Jeremy Whitfield, and I don't exist. At least, I hope I don't.

Jeremy continued on with the speech to the masses that was being broadcasted towards the masses. Anyone turned to the news station being interrupted to hear this message. Everyone looked on in shock as he continued. "My existence would mean multiple things, some positive things, and some negative things." It was filled with fear and hesitation as he spoke, but it felt needed. "My life has been an entire lie. All the memories I fucking have doesn't exist." He seemed so angry at that as Jeremy kept speaking. "That doesn't matter though, I realized the truth in these memories. Those primordial beings hid the truth from me, that I'm an eldritch terror and I fear even the gods." He scowled as he spoke, "So for your sake and mine, My name is Jeremy Whitfield, and I don't exist. At least, I hope I don't."