Standing in front of the small grave was the small Lev. He was barely nine when he took the lives of animals and soon enough his hands were drenched with bloods of adults who were four times bigger than him until he reached the age of seventeen. He was told to kill throughout the years, sometimes taking three lives all together in one day, depending on how "that man" wants him to do. Yet despite it all he couldn't forget the first victim he was forced to take their life of, the victim being none other than the same cat he had taken its life.