Nathan's POV

　　The hunger that once raged within me has now dwindled to mere embers. I sit alone in the dimly lit chambers, the silk sheets crumpled, devoid of warmth. The women who pass through my life are but ghosts, their faces fading from memory as quickly as they flee my cold touch. There is no pleasure in the pursuit, no triumph in the capture.

　　Tonight, the air is thick with the scent of rain and something else- anticipation. A National Day looms, a ...