Excerpt from the Last Chapter

Think of a room. A room tiled with large white tiles and lit by a few rickety bulbs. A bed in the middle of the room and a faded woman in the bed. The needle attached to his arm is tied to the IV pole next to him. And himself to the bed with iron chains ...

They were afraid of him, they were so afraid that they even tied him unconscious with iron chains.

Who was he?

Crunta ducis

The killer queen ...

It was the worst thing that could have happened to that primus.

He was heartless enough to kill anyone living in an underground bunker.

I'm not saying he was heartless. I say heartless. You ask why?

They took his freedom

The only thing you have

She was a woman living dependent on her freedom

His everything was freedom

He would do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, as he wanted. He did. All his life.

And boom.

It all started when he was abducted in a small street because of his blood.

He became alive.

Tortured.

He killed ...