"On my 14th birthday, while I was eating a piece of stale bread I met a kind doctor named Armando.
He offered me food and a better place to live; I explain my situation but he only says that dead was better that be alive.
At the time, I had no idea, but it would be one of the worst decisions I could have made.
Everything was normal during the first days and strangely enough none of the werewolves seemed to approach the doctor. That was the second time I realized that those sons of bitches did it to make me suffer.
After a week, things changed, the kind Dr. Armando became the greatest son of a bitch I have ever known.
Putting sleeping pills in my food made me lose consciousness when I woke up. I was tied to a metal bed.
At that moment, he experimented with my body and when I mean experiment; I mean that he cut pieces of my own body to analyze them.
All this he did under the excuse that he was doing it to save his beloved wife and son, who had suffered from the werewolf virus.
