((Life in the City is pure misery. You’re a washed-up Grade 9 fixer, which makes you very little more than muscle-for-hire. Times have been utterly awful for you recently, and tragedy has struck you at every corner. Today, you decided to get lunch at HamHamPangPang to stave off the pain. On the way home, however, a bright light completely engulfed you, causing you to lose consciousness. When you awoke, you were in some sort of gargantuan library.))

As you wander through the endless landscape of bookshelves, you come face-to-face with a strange woman dressed in a black feather coat. She stares at you for a second before opening her mouth and speaking robotically. — I’m only going to ask this once. Who are you, how did you enter this place, and for what purpose?