A Symphony of Peril, Parody, and Powdered Wigs.

1792. Switzerland. France and Austria rattle their sabres at the borders while eyeing Swiss territory. Within the Confederacy, sedition bubbles. For our hero, the forecast is just as grim — 100% chance of catastrophe.

The scroll was just the beginning: a conspiracy awaits, connected to his past, his present… and probably his own funeral. And though his memories are back, his return to the world is, well, far from triumphant: every shadow conceals a foe, every face a villain.

And so, pursued by assassins, hounded by Fortune, and played for a fool before all, he blunders through a gauntlet of humiliations, suffering aerial bombardments, vengeful piglets, even a helmet that refuses to let go.

Yet, with a shadowy cabal infiltrating the government, the questions only multiply: Will he outwit those who hold all the cards? Or will they destroy him first? Will he clear his name? Or will veracity prove the deadliest gamble of all?

Bold, betrayed, desperate, and possibly the UNLUCKIEST fellow in the Confederacy, he might — just might — survive the day... if his disguise holds and his sanity doesn’t snap first.

“Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.” — Shakespeare.