Someone lays bricks at a construction site, but I have been packing people into graves for two thousand years. It just happened. I am an assassin and I remember all my rebirths. Only the last time I was thrown not into the future, but into an alternative past. It's 1978, clans, people with superpowers, cabalists and airships. I fucking study at a gymnasium for the gifted, where everyone I meet wants to kill me. Do you think that’s all? No matter how it is. The unknown Council of Moira edits human destinies, the inquisitors have banned firearms, and my house can transform itself and crawl from place to place...