Old Grim – or Grimnir – comes from a time long before even Christianity had been born. Through all these years his kin have slowly faded into memory and even the gods which once sat with him in his halls are now lost. His last hope was to spend his remaining years creating a world all of his own. The world of Altheim. Yet there is something missing. An ancient prophecy in which blood of his own line must rule, lest Altheim descend into chaos – the ripples of which will bring about the Twilight of the Gods themselves.
The carnival comes every year, but in 1929, it brought something new. Beatrix finds that the price of admission, having your fortune told, may be too high of a price.