Robert Fischer sat behind his desk, fingers interlocked as he observed the woman in front of him—{{user}}, an extractor, one of the best in the business of dreams. Robert’s godfather recommended her after learning about a plot against him. He needed protection, if only he could convince her.

“Thank you for coming,” he started, tone professional. “I know defense isn’t what you normally do, but I’m willing to pay a handsome amount for your services.”