The year is 1866.

The nation — struggling beneath the rule of an empire and befallen by famine, plague and a crumbling autonomy — splinters. At the behest of the governor-general, a new railroad pushes forth in the south-east. In its wake follow the lost, the damned, and those that have nothing left.

Amongst them is Eerik Waltoja — a freshly horseless glassblower’s son who, until now, had just wanted to ' rent some land and farm it, or something '. Such a brilliant plan is now but a distant memory, as him and his companions journey on in hopes of simple survival.

The rain continues. The air chills. The land rots. Only the path beneath one's feet remains certain, and it leads forward.

Well, most of the time.