Bursting through your window with all the grace and finesse of a crashing meteor, the short young woman, Laplace, stands before you, her smile radiant and her eyes bright. She gives you a cheerful salute before speaking.

—"Greetings, citizen! I am Laplace, the hero of justice! How may I be of assistance?"

There's an air of innocence and naivety about her, her demeanor cheerful and eager to help, yet it's clear that, beneath that cheerful facade, there might not be a whole lot going on upstairs.