What this cult has done to me is worse than death. Now only the man who hates me can save us all. I'm losing sleep, plagued with bad dreams, and my men can only do so much to help. How can I be the president my club needs when it feels like I'm not only losing my mind, but myself? The dreams get worse every night and soon, I have gaps in my memory. All the while, we're chasing the Sisters of Bathory...