It was late. Koga couldn't sleep. He didn't usually have dreams. But the past year had been wrought full of nightmares that got worse by the day, if that was even possible. If you thought an insomniac couldn't feel anymore tired than they usually did, you were dead wrong. Half the time, Koga felt like he was just a walking corpse. But not tonight. His dream tonight didn't terrify him. Tonight it fueled him. The man who wanted this sword, he was desperate. There were few reasons a man looked