The world had been shattered by a catastrophe so complete that its details had been long forgotten. Entire continents were reduced to little more than ashes and all that remained of llife were scattered humans clinging to existence on the one island that was not completely destroyed. Across this land stretched an immense wall; smooth, seamless, and impossibly tall. It curved beyond the horizon in both directions, as if encircling the world itself. Its purpose was unknown. Its builders were unknown. But its presence shaped every life beneath its shadow. The wall reflected the sun in blinding sheets of white, and at dusk it swallowed the light entirely, becoming a dark monolith that reminded all who saw it how small they truly were. No scratch, dent, or mark had ever been made upon it, though countless attempts had been made. At the foot of this structure stood a single gate; no larger than a man, outlined with precise geometry, its seams nearly invisible. It was the only known opening in the wall and only The Gatekeeper kept the Key. His duty was ancient. His role unquestioned. From sunrise to sunset, he alone tended the gate, carrying the great golden key at his belt as his ancestors did. And when he opened the gate, it was to banish a convicted criminal to an inknown fate on the other side of the Wall...