The past did not matter to her, until it was the only key to her survival. Life in plush London was a simple and easy affair. With a programmed platform for present, Jenor’s life was a puzzle solved for years to come. Until one day, a few pieces ceased to fit. Slowly as the ancient knots unravel, Jenor treads a path forked away from her own, merely guessing brick after brick. Each discovery makes it harder to believe in rationality. The people around her, were they really whom she knew them to be? Having walked a dimly lit road for a while, a little light changes it all. A little more light and it’s something she never sees coming at all. It’s ancient. It’s atrocity.