"It's a lovely wall, we've got no complaints there."
Allan Ripke wakes on the bank of a tranquil river, surrounded by cheerful strangers, quaint shops, and a towering wall that encloses everything.
He doesn't know who he is. He doesn't know how he got there. But no one seems to think that's strange—not even when names change overnight, newspapers print impossibilities, and fog rolls in thick and unnatural. The residents smile, nod, and tell him what a lovely wall it is.
As Allan stumbles through the pleasant absurdity of The Enclave, memories slip and identities morph. Is it sanctuary, experiment, or prison?
Step inside. But be warned: once you enter the Enclave, you may not leave the same.