When I woke up from a hangover, my hair seemed to have grown in the wrong place and all over my chin. My skin was pale as a ghost, and what made me even more angry was that I had a red tattoo of the Black Society.

But I thought of the axe called Leviathan next to me, the kid called Atreus who called him father, and the wife who was pregnant but was lying there waiting for him to be cremated...