Day, street, lantern, crossroads...a creepy old man, an annoying bird and the body of a skeleton... Thus began my new “life” in this terrible world. According to the laws of the genre and karmic retribution, a way to gain world domination should have fallen from the sky. But it seems that karma took offense at me, and the laws of the genre consider me a secondary hero. Therefore, even the body is difficult to control. You have to hide in the trees from any living creature, and in order to gain at least some knowledge, you need to go through torture sessions with a local sadistic book...