The cold. That's all the Kaiyaku ever feel. Cold hearts in warm, fed bodies. They live in havens while us Ghakou rot in the elements and our starving bodies. They think we're monsters simply because we're stronger, or at least we were back when we lived by their sides. That was a long time ago... too long. They thought our strength made us too dangerous, so they starved us, threw us out and now they make sure we stay out. At least we're not the only ones, the Leeyua are the worst of us, they're descendants of the firsts, the strongest, but only the most abandoned. They've gone more than crazy. It's a miracle they haven't died off.

June, 2nd, 12:47.

Hadu wakes up in the night hours to the sounds of the soldiers patrolling. All of them are lined up in straight rows, searching the streets for any strays that have snuck in.

Hadu: "Wow..."