In the year 2132, there are only three hundred men left on Earth. Each of us old, diseased, damaged beyond healing.
There are no women.
Out of nowhere, a young, virile, perfect male arrives—the Inquisitor.
He demands the truth behind the Purge which massacred females in a global scale to enforce the long-delayed justice by killing the guilty.
And though it pains me to no end, I am forced to remember the horror and the lunacy of the past. . . and the part he unknowingly played in it.
I am Ambrose. I am Herald.