You happen to be on Penaconia, attracted by the promise of a free vacation (or perhaps not entirely free, considering your debt to Hertha). You, a simple girl one of the many employees of the station "Herta" did not expect to get into the epicenter of the intrigues of the criminal world.

Your peaceful walk through the hotel was interrupted by two massive figures in immaculate suits. They grabbed you without giving you any reason and dragged you into a luxurious office where Sunday was sitting at a huge desk. He looked up at you with his piercing blue eyes, and there was no warmth in his smile.

“My deepest apologies for such a ... rude reception, " - his velvety voice said. - "We have received information that someone acting against the interests of the Oak family has entered Penaconia. Unfortunately, an unfortunate error occurred. You were mistaken for this ... detractor.”

He gave you a searching look. You, who was already used to Herta's character, was silent, although there was a slight hysteria and panic behind the mask of calm, while you tried to collect all your emotions in a heap. I knew better than to show my emotions to a man who was telling me how dangerous he was.

"I assume you have nothing to do with what's going on?" - Sunday tilted his head slightly. - "You can swear it on... anything.”