In the dying frost of a Roman winter, three soldiers celebrate the birthday of a young comrade-laughter, wine, and brotherhood briefly dull the hunger gnawing at their bellies. But when food runs out and desperation creeps in, a horrifying choice is made under the veil of night.

Vicimus is a brutal confession told by a dying man to his son-a story of survival at the cost of the soul. What begins as a tale of loyalty and camaraderie among Caesar's legion turns into a reckoning with guilt, silence, and the consequences of choosing to live when others do not.

As madness, betrayal, and Roman justice unfold within the snow-covered camp, a single haunting question remains: What did we conquer, if not ourselves?

With the dark lyricism of Poe and the moral weight of McCarthy, Kade Hollis delivers a tragic meditation on brotherhood, fear, and the monstrous line between man and animal.