Eleven hunters went in. You walked out alone — and not quite alone.
Gates hang over the world's cities, seams of violet light leading into monster-filled Depths, and
licensed hunters are paid to close them. You're Grade Seven, the bottom of the ladder, nine days licensed and hired
to carry the bags.
Then the Pellham Gate collapsed with eleven hunters inside, and you walked out of it. Now the Bureau wants answers,
the guilds want your story, and a voice only you can hear wants to know what this world tastes like.
