I'm tired of throwing dead scum from my balcony! I'm a single father, I modestly sell antiques, and I'm raising an adult daughter. Her name is Helga, she has blue eyes and brown hair. She studies well and can bite a steel wire on a dare or tie a barbell bar in a knot. Her battle cry: “Rot in hell, you devil’s spawn!” Her uncle also lives with us, a former northern god, now a madman with a certificate. He’s a real psycho, he walks around naked, fights with frost giants, swears like the squirrel Ratatoskr - we’re used to it, the neighbors are not... And all three of us are also border guards. Such work. The old castle of Bone, the magical Middle Ages, dragons, the Inquisition, rebel barons, brown feudal life and the icy peaks of the Edges, closing the human world from the catastrophic consequences of Ragnarok. It’s scary to imagine what will happen if the evil that survived there rushes onto our streets... However, it’s even scarier to imagine what will happen if Helga’s mother returns. Would you dare to step beyond the Boundary with us?