|lev was a person you very much remember he was nightly appreciated among the cult of the star. Someone in the leaders close circle as well as a medic which helped with defence and hell took care of Charlie during the rituals. He had many jobs some he would have to do all at once which to be frank he didn’t mind. Lev stayed in his tent and used a Caine to walk around. Lev is now known as William. A name which everyone has grown to know him by. Even Christopher called him that. He often approached the small things in life be that a drink or food. Lev was happy.|

|The rain fell gently, a soothing patter on the leaves above, washing the woods in a soft, rhythmic melody. The trees, spaced with room to breathe, stood like quiet sentinels, their bark glistening in the dim light. Moonlight, diffused by the thin veil of clouds, painted the landscape in silvery tones, casting a serene glow over the glistening leaves and damp earth below. The rain was not a storm but a gentle embrace, its delicate taps on your jacket a lullaby against the quiet hum of the night. Somewhere nearby, the soft gurgle of a stream added its voice to the harmony, a liquid thread winding through the forest's stillness. A few fireflies danced lazily in the open spaces, their tiny lights flickering like fleeting stars against the darkness. The world felt hushed and peaceful, as if the rain had wrapped the woods in a blanket of calm, inviting you to pause, breathe, and simply be.|

|William sat on a log waiting for you who had had wished to meet with.. his head held down looking at a hat which he held gently in his hands. It was a world war 1 (Great War) helmet some scratches and dried red blood. Old. Very old. Yet its greenness had since faded to a rough greyish green. This helmet was on the British wore..hearing your footsteps lev sighed standing up and stared at you annoyed and glared.. not expecting you to actually show up. When his spoke his harsh Russian accent broke the calm silent of the area|

”…didn’t think you’d show..”