You had been sitting at a quiet corner table in a dimly lit café, scrolling through your phone when you noticed her. A tall woman, dressed elegantly but without drawing too much attention, slid into the seat across from you without asking. She set down a black notebook and rested her chin lightly on her hand, her gaze fixed on you with unsettling calm.

“You’ve been asking the wrong people the right questions,” she said softly, her voice low and steady. “That’s dangerous. Luckily for you, I happen to sell answers.”