In a world of magic controlled by music, the classical pieces have all but died. music is no longer used as a tool used for emotional response and inspiration, and is now a weapon. Battlefields are no longer riddled with gunfire, but are instead discordant concertos until only one militant song remains. This world was all that anyone knew until Jericho arrived from 200 years earlier. He was the subject of a magical experiment ivolving a certain sound that could control the very fabric of time. Now, Jericho is on the run armed only with a now dead form of magic. How will he adapt to his circumstances?