She's Gone!

(SERGIO)

I often dream of blood.

Rivers of it filling my mouth and choking me. Drowning me and everyone who I have ever cared about, with no hope of survival.

I began getting the dreams back when I was still a foot soldier. When I was still being groomed under my father's watchful eye. Even on those days, the boss' son didn't get a pass even on the gruesome tasks. No. They made me do the tasks so they could harden me. So that I became a man.

I had no choice. Granted, there was no other life to consider. I made sure to follow the rules to the latter as the days went by, not showing any hints of weakness. Torture and killing became second nature to me, a job that I learned to love. Thanks to the job, I received a lot of respect from my Dvina brothers and fear from everyone else.

Whispers follow me wherever I go, and the tales of my cruelty spreads far and wide.

And that is what made my father proud.