Blood Tax

The war on the Eastern Front has ended, and the young cavalryman has escaped the edge of death and madness. The world's metropolis unfolds before him with distant neon lights, the scent of conspiracy and whispers swirling around his ears, as if all kindness and beauty were but a false dream. Before him are irresistible temptations, and... an insurmountable transparent barrier.If the story that happens here is similar to the ones you know... if the people who appear here are similar to the people you are familiar with, then this is the randomness of history, but also an inevitability. Starting Point.