I stumbled on the ledge of the seventh floor and entered the asphalt almost without splashing. One moment I was an office clerk, when suddenly I find myself in a tower without a TV, Internet or toilet paper. I open my eyes, a stooped old man hangs over me and calls me master. Bearded times, carts, swords, muskets. Responsibility. People demand to repair roads, provide loans, provide security. But why shouldn’t I give a fuck? You can get along with the mayor, get hooked on the cash flow and just have fun. Tales about demonic creatures? Disappeared people? The Butcher and his goons? All this is not more important than young ladies and wine. I’m still a stuck person. Only one day a threat overtakes me, and with it a strange ability opens up...