Some days people have to die. Some time a accident happened. Other days brought the black death to their door sill. The bible told us, that Kain slew Abel. Ergo: He was the first of us - a murderer. My history started in Poland...

The market was filled with every men, every animal and every bad smell. It was dies sabbatinus, my last working day for that week. My mission was to steal a heart - a cow-heart. Normally i had to kill people or steal something more important than that. But a soulless person had often no choice. I needed meat and breed or i had to starve.

It was one of my simple missions. I stabbed the merchant between hand and arm. He wanted to shout out his pain, but on that day he wasn't able to do that. My fist found his chin. The people around me started to scream "blaggard!...blaggard!... catch the blaggard!". All of them tried to grab me, fortunately i had a second dagger under my cloak. A men with two daggers against a angry mob.

The people took all useful things to attack me. Someone grabbed a old stool. Another one choose a meat chopper and tried to attack me. I jumped backwards, against the merchants table. I jumped over it, over the wounded merchant. Forward was the only option. I was so fast as if there were no tomorrow. Several hours after my escape i needed to rest in the shadows. A dark alley between two houses was optimal as hidingplace. I didn't know who tried to found and cought me. But I have to left that town for a while... maybe forever...