I woke up in the center of a ritual circle inside the body of a disgraced aristocrat—right in the ass end of the Russian Empire. My death is desired by at least two people in this city—those who witnessed my rebirth. But now they can do nothing to me. Strange magic bound us three together, forcing the girls to trail after me.
Here magic is the privilege of nobles: elves and dwarves walk the streets, and the dark ritual that brought me here awakened in me the ability to see other people’s souls.
But there’s one problem: the Inquisition takes everything from people like me and sends them to the mines…