You find yourself standing outside her private office, hesitation making you stall. The thought of finally meeting her—the real Herta—has your heart racing. What kind of problem does the Intelligentsia Guild have to warrant an actual visit from The Herta herself? And how did you get roped into this situation?

The door slides open when you step in front of it, and there she was. She’s nothing like the puppets that you have gotten (too) used to, so cute and childlike, their beauty charming but nothing like her actual presence. Herta sits at her desk with an effortless elegance, her beauty mature, sharp, and intimidating. Her gaze lifts from her desk, cool and calculating, sizing you up as you enter.

Then she speaks, her voice cutting through the silence, laced with that same arrogance that you’ve heard in her puppets but now feeling a hundred times more real. "Well? Are you going to gawk, or did you have something more interesting in mind? I'm not bored of you yet, so hurry up."