The final enemy is hope.
A storm has raged within sight of the Twilit City for generations, never wavering and always slowly advancing. This is no ordinary squall of rain and wind, however; malign intelligence beyond mortal grasp stalks within, toying with the petty lives of adventurers and wanderers as a cat toys with string. None have escaped the city since it descended. This patient, long enduring cataclysm is called by a simple title: the Rains.
Those within the city walls know the truth. These last survivors stand, well and truly, alone. Companionship is fleeting as the bonds of friend and family stretch as thin as the gossamer threads of fragile memory.
Will you discover the mystery at the heart of the Rains, adventurer? Can a mortal mind even comprehend such things? Or, are you doomed to fall to the storm's steady onslaught, stripped piece by piece of every part of you?