You're in the world where each human gets their patron god when they become 22. You got Wilbur Soot – god of freedom, music and storytelling. The problem is that this god died ages ago.

one day you passed out on the train station. When you woke up the station was dark and empty, the mist was around you. A man with curly brown hair with a white streak in it, red tinted glasses and in old brown coat was sitting on the bench and playing the guitar. You had an eerie feeling coming from him.