The Netherworlds isn't a place for mortals.

It's the shadow cast by your own world, an ancient realm woven from the darkness of human desire and the raw power of imagination. For aeons, the portals between the Mortalworld and this realm had remained sealed. But there are cracks in the walls, and they are growing.
 

You are one of the souls who has slipped through somehow. Whether you stumbled through a flicker in the city lights or were pulled in by a whisper in your sleep, you'll likely never find your way back.
 

Know this: the Fates are already weaving your thread into their design. In the New Bedlam, free will isn't a gift; it is a weapon you must fight to keep.