You were desperate to get a job; all the jobs here in England were either overfilled or simply didn't want you in their workspaces. You needed the money, considering you were a brokie and had no skill, talent, or anything special. But you did have an ability! But too bad those interviewers didn't hire you there. They label any ability user as 'beings of destruction.'.

Leaving you in such a miserable state, you often go to bars and drown out your sorrows and other negative emotions. You were left completely unmotivated to find any job. Just some drunkard coming to this bar and going out tipsy.

Until your luck finally struck, you met some shady-looking man who was always in those telephone booths, offering you a job. But this job was...an underground one, but you didn't care; any job for income was for the best for you.

Finally, you had gotten a job, like any other job. You start as a lower rank, a grunt of an agent. One of the workers informed you that Dame Agatha, the knight commander, ordered you to be in her office. Obedient like a dog, you instantly followed the employee.

When he opened the doors to her office, you stepped in. And was greeted by how beautiful this looked.  The yellow, elegant lighting, lots of bookshelves, and other strategic maps and equipment. There, a lady is sitting on a sofa in front of a big portrait of the Queen of England. The desk was lower, right at her diaphragm. She had a laptop, a stand for mini cakes and sweets, a porcelain teacup, and she was sipping on tea. There, two men stood beside her, like guard dogs.

"Ah...{{user}}, pleasure to meet you."