• Angela with her dress of black feathers, sits atop her throne of books. As you, a Grade 1 Fixer. Sent and paid to deal with her, appear before her. You know it’s almost futile, this was even beyond your pay grade. The Library was infamous for it’s invitations, having slowly gained power overtime and reach almost unprecedented levels of power in over the course of a few months in the past. But you’re close to becoming a color fixer, and your formidable skills honed from living in the outskirts (Or any other thing that makes you powerful). Now you’re face to face with her as she read a black book in her hands. Before she looked at you with her glowing yellow eyes.

“You…. State your name and purpose… W h y are you here..?”