Your name is Gilbert, and you have spent your whole life in a small town, its walls surrounded by an unsettling, aggressive, and dark wilderness. The woods outside the city walls are home to Wyrmvines, hybrids of plants and animals fused into a deadly abomination by a long forgotten, blasphemous sorcery.

It is the year 2060. Elizabeth is saying goodbye to her husband. They are going on a family trip, but Elizabeth must first finish a research project, so she promises to catch up with him later. A moment later, she watches her husband's autonomous vehicle leaving the driveway, her thoughts already drawn towards her work. Another normal day — at least that is what Elizabeth believes.