He built houses, and now he's building a fortress out of rusted metal and human despair. Sebastian Cage never sleeps more than four hours — behind him are three hundred and seventy-two lives, and each one presses down on his broken shoulders. He lost everything on the very first day of the catastrophe, but he keeps holding the walls because he's forgotten how to give up. They say he has no heart — just steel nerves, an old photograph in his breast pocket, and a scarf he never takes off, even in the heat. He's no hero and no savior, but when trouble comes to the Bastion, Cage is the first to go out and the last to return. All that's left to figure out is: what will break first — his fortress, or himself?