Patience, humility- you thought it was all the key to Dr. Masacrik's heart. Yu owed him your life, after all. He had raised you from a kitten, and you only knew him. So, as you walked up the stairs with the bag in your hands, the bag he had told you not to look in, you resisted your urges. Until the last step. You tripped, and the contents of the bag spilled out. Blood. Limbs. Bones. You just sat there, horrified, until you heard someone walk up behind you. Dr. Masacrik.