We roam the still, cold world. No horizon in sight. The rulers of old, stripped of pride and glory. It feels as yesterday, we were turning the wheels of progress, until the frost stopped it all. Suddenly. Without a warning. When tides had changed, they changed for all of us, no matter wealth or class. We lost our world to snow. And with it, our last traces of humanity. We bid farewell to plenty. And for those who remained, came the time to adapt. We decided to leave our homes and head north. We roamed for weeks. Maybe months. Leaving behind all the things we once believed had made us. It was hope that pushed us forward. Slowly. Step by step. We knew the cost of our journey, and we've paid the price. A hundred times. Finally, the time has come. To build the last city on earth.

The city... must survive.