Maya had a cat named Wally when she was young. Wally was a Caste breed with a dense blue background and a pattern of red and white crossing each other.
Wally was the only presence that could bring even a faint smile on her face, excluding her father that is. However, within a year of raising him, Wally met with a terrible accident and left the world.
It was the first death of a loved one she had cared for. Maya remembered how she coped with the grief. She did nothing. She left the deceased cat in its place and returned home, locking the door to the outside world. She built a fortress of logic in her mind about life, relationships, individuals, and death.