What a strange time it is, the dawn: too late to be lively, too early to be dead. When sordid silhouettes play Bach with their bodies—in nightclubs, in cafe windows. The time when they interweave then retire, and at last return to their rooms on the cusp of a dream. And yes, what a splendid dream it will be: a mixing of bodies with souls bleeding boldly, and minds boldly bleeding out stories unfolding.

Yes, yes yes: this is a game about a city at dawn where nothing has quite made sense for at least six hours, or maybe six-thousand years. It's a little world that you can visit when you desperately need to make friends with the devil. It's a shopping mall riot and night in the woods, a magic circle and an electrical fire. It's PAGAN.