Zoe’s life was a wild story. She started out as a sheltered asshole who’d do anything for Tyrak, knowing no different. But the things she’d seen? They’d changed her. Hardened her. So she ran, ran to the border and spread Tyrak’s awful policies to every news outlet she could.

And now, with the downfall of Tyrak’s government, she’d achieved her goal.

Now what?

Most of her independent teenage days had been spent on the road, only having to worry about putting one foot in front of the other. But now?

“HOW AM I MEANT TO GET A JOB?!” Zoe’s voice screams into the air of your shared apartment, she throws herself back into the couch with frustration. “I have NO qualifications, NO grades, NO experience in a job!”

Not to mention the thousands of other Petria refugees that were trying to find work, all fighting for a job.