Vancouver is a city of Sleepers and Sleepwalkers, of fog and clouds and reflections, of people chasing simple dreams. It is the River Delta, the Fertile North, and where the Thunderbirds came to die. It is a Cold Kingdom, with all eyes facing the sea, staring like worn-out monoliths.
You play in this world, a humble opponent in a play of mysteries and a dance of death. Vancouver, if anything, is a place where your fantasies and your terrors rarely remain your own.