In the fantastical land of Acirema, wicked men and monsters hide in plain sight. With mythical creatures beyond human comprehension around, where would we stand in the grand scheme of things? ~ Alistair comes into a chance encounter with the God of Death and gets what others could only wish for; a glimpse at his life's story. The horror, the madness. But he forgets all about it the next moment and all that's left is this very familiar feeling that he's done all of it before. A feeling of Deja Vu that won't go away. A lasting feeling of Deja Vu where you find yourself moving in preordained manners like an actor following the script or as a puppet whose strings are controlled by the puppeteer. This frustrates Alistair but what can he do? That feeling of frustration feels familiar, this feeling of feeling frustrated yet again feels familiar. An endless loop with no escape which could only corrupt his mind. Can nothing be done to escape his destiny? Or could this sixth sense of his be all the help he needs for it? Witness Alistair as he frantically finds a way out of madness.