The Righter slipped into timelessness, got lost among dreams and vague shadows of a forgotten past. His chances of getting out on his own were negligible. Only a victim with an equal potential could pull the lost player out of the labyrinth of shadowholes. But how to live after learning that your freedom was paid for at an unbearably high price? The Righter didn’t ask for this. Still, that’s how it happened. Now he is an eternal debtor, and clenching his teeth, he is forced to move on along the thorny road of his benefactor — a road without an end.