Belisa knows she's dead. Dead, in a world crumbling away at the edges, surrounded by a void that doesn't make sense, and seemingly inhabited only by dolls. The moon is never in the same place, she can barely remember a thing and nobody will give her a straight answer.

The only thing she can recall is her name, a scant few memories from her work life, and a strange attachment to the saber she awoke with. But even with what seems to be the afterlife crumbling around her, her only option is to stumble forward and discover just what this world is and why she was put there - along with the mysterious Commissar and a long-haired doll who barely speaks a word.