Every day growing numbers of men and women walk the streets of the city, opening doors. They leave their jobs, their families, their entire lives behind so they can open dozens of doors a day.
They believe that the city is a maze. They are searching for something they're convinced has been lost: the exit. They don’t know what’s waiting behind it, but they all agree that whatever it is it must be something better.
Some are sure that nothing in this world, our world, matters at all. The people who live here are only obstacles, distractions, or pawns. Many believe that love is a trap – just another reason to grow comfortable within the maze. You’ll settle down, have children, and soon won’t even see the walls around you. Exhausted by the search, others try to return to their old lives only to find the city never looks the same again.
The believers gather in strange, disorganised meetings to swap maps and tactics. Some say that the exit can only be opened if you have no attachments to this world. Others say it's just a door. Some say they’ll write maps for all their loved ones once they’ve found it; others can’t wait to leave everything behind.
Using an arcane system of maps, symbols and measurements, one believer – a woman named Alice – says she’s pinpointed its location. She’s sure that once she opens the door, she’ll be gone.