The year is 2060. Welcome to the Shadows. Corporations are now extraterritorial nations in their own right. Deniable assets are the name of the game as corporations lie, cheat and steal from each other in games of oneupmanship. Magic has returned to the world and with it, chaos. Magic's return has reawakened many things, including trolls, orcs, elves and dwarves from amongst the normal humans.
I’m standing on the edge. The brink of eternity, staring out at the vast nothing that is before me and the long and distant nothing of the landscape that extends off to nowhere behind me. I’ve been here before many times, but something about this time feels different. Just one small step forward is all it would take to go from standing on the edge to plunging down into the nothing that yawns open before me. Turning around again, careful not to lean too far in any direction I stare back at the landscape behind me that led to this place. The reddish-tan ground is covered in random patches of low, dry scrub, struggling to eek out an existence in a place that receives little water.