Patience, humility- you though it was all the key to Dr. Masacrik's heart. You owed him your life, after all. He had made you and raised you from a kitten. You only knew him. So as you walked up the stairs with the bag he had given you, the bag he told you not to look inside, 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 someone walked up behind you. Dr. Masacrik.