Peo could not handle alcohol. It was like a drug that took over his mind and body and made him go mad. The more and more he drank, the less he was himself.
He claimed himself to be a tender person. He loved all animals, and was especially fond of his cat Pluto. He and Pluto did everything together and they loved each other very much.
He kept on drinking until there wasn't much of himself left. It got to the point where his much beloved cat irritated him so much that he cut Pluto's eye out of insanity.
It got to the point where he absolutely could not handle being around the cat any longer so he hung the cat.
His bad deed came back around. He was tortured in his sleep and was woken up to find that his house was in flames.
Peo found me a little after that. I could tell he was grieving and needed some comfort. He inspected me as if he had seen me before. Yet his alcohol problems came back to get him. His hatred grew and grew rapidly, as well as the empty beer and wine bottles.