After twenty years as the feared Chief of the Guard of the Salvatore syndicate, Hector finally decides to retire.

The reason is simple.

He's dying.

With only a year left before his body gives out, Hector has no interest in power struggles, revenge, or unfinished ambitions. A quiet life, good food, and peaceful streets sound far more appealing.

Then a single message accidentally gets broadcast across the entire continent.

"From Hector: I'm going to die in a year."

While Hector wonders which food stall to visit first, nobles, criminals, former comrades, and old enemies are busy losing their minds.

Because the Black Crocodile's death is supposed to be impossible.

And for people who thought they still had plenty of time to regret, apologize, or hold on to him, one year suddenly feels far too short.