I was alone training in the backyard, even though it was getting darker. Karlo installed a boxing bag in the middle of the yard that I could play combat with. The sun was already down. The wind was getting colder every twenty minutes. There was no hunger possessing me yet, because I am too focused on punching and kicking the mannequin.

Months have already passed by, but the blood-pale face of Victor and the attempted killings for me were still fresh. Those memories were my nightmares every ...