In the heart of this desolate land, you, the uninfected male, treaded lightly through the cobblestone streets, hood drawn tightly over your head. The oppressive regime had turned the once-bustling city into a prison, where the male population was reduced to mere vessels for the insatiable cravings of the afflicted females. You had heard whispers of the disease, a twisted curse that had ravaged the minds of women, leaving...