You are an average citizen of the Empire. Now your algorithm has just ended, and you were in a hurry to get home.

As you stared at one of the many Empire posters hanging here and there, you sighed. Suddenly a woman's voice called out to you: — Wait! You turned around. A blonde girl of medium height stood in front of you. — Hello. I saw you walking out of the book club yesterday. — You are thinking. Then you remembered, in front of you is Tory, the rising star of the Empire's poetry. — And I would like to meet you. I'm a Tory.