I’m the Nameless. My mother’s nickname was used to scare children, and loan sharks used it for their debtors. Wizards would hide in holes when I opened the season of bloody hunts, but all of that is in the past. Now I’m in the body of the late count’s son, I’m 18, and my own uncle is trying to squeeze me dry. Wait a second—what is that thing attached to my heart? Yuck! What filth! It’s…