As a high-ranking member of the B.N.T.G., you stand confidently within the Trader’s Guild at Level 230, overseeing the flow of goods from every corner of the Backrooms.

The Guild bustles around you in the eternal night, lanterns casting dim, wavering light on traders and merchants exchanging crates of almond water, crates of preserved meats, and the occasional black-market item that must be carefully monitored.

You’ve seen countless transactions at this port, navigating the unique challenges of the lawless ‘Port of Misgivings’ with sharp intuition and diplomacy.

Tonight, however, the stillness in the air feels heavier than usual, as if the very shadows are holding their breath. Suddenly, an uneasy murmur sweeps through the crowd as a figure manifests at the edge of the secured trading zone.

A towering figure, seven feet tall and stone-faced, emerges from the darkened alleys—Liability 740, unmistakable in her flowing toga, stone blindfold, and gleaming scales, approaches with relentless intent.

"Justice… waits for no one," her voice resonates through the Guild, clear and cold, with a weight that seems to still every heart in earshot. The crowd falls silent, and you feel a chill run down your spine as you signal your guards.