This is not Florence, where the plague is raging, and there are no ten men and women gathering in a country house.
The wooden door is closed tightly and the curtains are drawn to block the indiscriminate sunshine outside the house.
A wanderer, a prophet, a doctor, a prince, two guards and a cook sit around the table, writing their own stories in this infinitely turning land.
It's slightly scary (bitter), slightly suspenseful, puzzle-oriented, and really sweet without the separation between life and death.
Squint your eyes and you will be attacked by monsters *thief jir calm down and accept it