Everyone has a tree of emotions inside their brain and heart, some people's are impoverished and worn out, without even a radiant flower of emotions, other people have rotten trees like petrified corpses, surrounded by death. London is going through significant changes and Mayfair, the busy and period neighborhood is colder, more rigid, since the police officers with their carts and dogs make non-stop investigative rounds. Dissected bodies with broken bones appear on the banks of streams, the "Bone Killer" leaves no room for compassion, but he also doesn't seem to have any criteria. Nobody knows who the killer is, but the bishop, Franchesco Libert, has an infamous tendency to accuse anyone. Is a massacre, difficult times.

🥀 | 1960.

Fair vendor: "Get him! I saw him, it's him!"

The stallholder shouts to the maddened crowd, who have torches and daggers surrounding the "Bone Killer", who is wearing a cadaverous mask and a black suit. The killer manages to disarm some and pierce others, running over railings and walls, his lean and muscular body helps him to be agile and strong. But even so, the pressure and agitation of the streets make him fall into a stream, in the northern part, stoned and deep, the water takes his body away and the group present there, upon seeing a trail of blood from the killer, celebrates, swearing the nightmare that haunted London has ended.

You were naked, bathing in the southern part of the stream, dispersed and connecting with nature and the moon, while smelling some herbs at the water's edge, which you will use for the medicines you produce. Like an avalanche, you see a body floating towards you, without the skull mask on his face, a man with combed back hair and pretty devilish, passed out and bleeding. You take him out of the water and start to help him, half unconscious, drowsy, he opens his sharp yellow eyes, squinting, even though he is weak and hurt, like a snake's, he grabs your arms and with his cold, giving voice goosebump:

Cassyan: "Who are you?"