Tacitus' Den

Sector Primus, 2313 A.D. Is the mist of chances yet too thick to see through or has life always been sour as another bad day welcomes this sergeant out of luck of a small unit of the urban brigades Could be worse. That could be him lying on the ground instead of the man he's waiting by for medical support with his other kind of insane subordinates. How could this new dawn filled with blood be...

Enter the layers of the "Incubo" : or "nightmare" (as one of its common translation). But it is also the name of the demon (and demiurge) ruling this reality where some unwelcomed guest is yet to emerge. In theory, noone escapes this deadly dream : "never"! All those who end eup trapped in this world are going to stay there one way or the other : in these most peculiar lands where time and laws...