Menandir has not seen the sun or breathed the outside air for nearly ten years. And nobody knows why. He is a sorcerer, of sorts, whose existence revolves around his tower, his wine cellar, and his workshop. A dull and solitary routine he now wishes to end, permanently. But when a mysterious severed arm lands on his table, he suddenly finds himself unable to carry out his plan. He proceeds on finding out the identity of the diabolical sender, until his search leads him into a convoluted mystery that will push his mental and physical abilities to the extreme.