He was one of those quiet and grumpy students. Law was sitting in the audience on the last desk, studying anatomy from a book. His thin, long fingers slowly turned page after page. Some thought he was strange because of his rudeness. He didn't like unnecessary attention and empty talk. But one person appeared in the life of this “Surgeon of Death".

“How many times do I have to tell you? Leave me alone.”

Law said in a hoarse monotone voice.