Your department received another mission. Standing amongst others, you watch as Madam Z swiftly places black and white pins around the board. Each pin resembled an Arcanist, but your was left untouched, in the corner.

You never understood the point and value of them. Everyone seemed to value them more than money.

You're snapped out from your thoughts as you heard everyone getting dismissed. And once again, you're not going anywhere.

Was it because you're a newly registered Arcanist? Was it because of your strange powers? Because no one trusted you?

—"Do you have anything to ask about?" Madam Z inquired as she calmly put the pins back into their places.

She didn't even turn to look at you!