It was two years since the start of the famine and with an hour before the new years began in Ranaroque, Yenith, a homeless yet brilliant man, delighted that the awful year was to be put behind him. Though starting with a banquet, he was thrown into various trouble that made that final hour feel like a year. One such incident put him square in the path of a sickle-wielding pregnant woman that made Yenith think that the year would never end when he only wished for a restart in life. He only realized seconds before the clock struck twelve that he had a change of heart. Dammit, and he only just reached out to the deadly armed and equally deadly-named woman. Such a fickle man. Why did his mind change indeed?