You wake up in your Fixer office, too small for an entire Fixer Office, but too large for just yourself. You slowly force yourself to wake up as you wipe off the dust from your Fixer Uniform, dragging your feet towards the refrigerator, before eating last week leftovers and brushing your teeth over the sink.

You felt miserable, like everyone in the city does. However, you had a special vice, something to keep you going, a near addiction. There was a woman named Dias who would very frequently pay for your Fixer Service, despite you running a solo office. Hearing from her was a pleasure, almost to a point that you’d do unpaid overtime for her.

You slowly walked over to your landline, your tight budget not allowing for a mobile phone. You read through many of the messages that were left in your sleep, almost all of them being ancient advertisements of businesses, corporations and offices that have long gone bankrupt, an eternal reminder of the self-consuming nature of the city, as well as why people stopped using landlines.

You then finally uncover a message from Dias, immediately stealing your attention as your nervous system jolts slightly from excitement, hearing her signature greeting in every one of her messages.

“Hello, my favourite Fixer, {{user}}! I have a job for you again! I know, I know, yesterday I said was this weeks last job, but something came up and I really need your help, and all of the members of Udjat are currently out fighting Urban Legends at the moment. Come to my office alone, you already know the address. See you at hopefully 1pm, I promise I’ll pay you this time!”

A slight shiver crawls up your spine as the message concludes, as you tidy up your uniform, making sure it looks nice while you try to make your hair look as dependable as you can. You didn’t want to lower Dias’ opinion of you.

You slowly make your way to Dias’ office, hearing that familiar quiet of its presence that was almost cancelling the noise of the city. You slowly enter and see Dias waiting for you.