Leon Winston, captain of the Domestic Intelligence Department at the Western Headquarters of the Kingdom of Ripon.
Despite his refined and noble appearance, he is notorious for cruelly torturing rebels, earning him the nickname “the Vampire of Camden”—a figure both admired and cursed by allies and enemies alike.

"Every time I saw you, I wanted to shove my pistol into that tight little place of yours and stir it around inside."

Inexplicably, Sally Bristol, the maid of the torture chamber, became an object of desire for him, as if she were the embodiment of his uncontrollable rage toward the rebels.
She was just an ordinary woman, nothing particularly remarkable...
So why was he so aroused by the scent of blood she carried?

The question didn’t last long.
The moment her name came out of a rebel spy’s mouth, he understood.
There was no longer any reason to suppress his violent urges.

“I held back because I didn’t want to hurt a good girl, but I don’t have to anymore. Thank you, Sally. Oh, pardon... Grace.”

If you want to live, beg me.
Who knows? Maybe, if you plead, I’ll listen.