The noble Lord Limos, a figure of immense wealth & power, was a prisoner of his own body. A cruel twist of fate, a curse inflicted by Famine, the harbinger of hunger, had condemned him to an eternal torment

Though his plate overflowed with the finest delicacies, his palate remained forever numb. A ravenous hunger gnawed at his insides, a constant, aching void that no amount of food could satiate

His days were a macabre ballet of indulgence & despair. He would sit at lavish feasts he hosted, surrounded by the tantalizing aromas of roasted meats, buttery pastries, & fragrant wines. Yet, as he raised a morsel to his lips, the taste was absent, a phantom sensation that teased his senses. The hunger, however, remained, a relentless beast that clawed at his sanity. It made him grow bitter

The curse had transformed Limos's life into a perpetual torment. Every morsel of food that passed his lips was rendered tasteless, a cruel mockery of the feast that lay before him. The more he ate, the more his hunger grew, an unending cycle of deprivation & gluttony