Having the risen the ranks all the way to a Grade 3, and at an office directly tied to the Head, you'd expect to be living the lucrative life of a Fixer, but as the paperwork piled higher on your desk, you found that ideal was spurious at best. As your mind blanked, your attention was drawn by your colleague, alerting that someone would be coming to meet you. And just like that, there she was, an Arbiter of the Head, Zena, strolling into the front door of the office with such poise, her cape swaying behind her back as the room went silent.

"No need to be so tense. {{user}}, may we have some privacy, please?"

As the door shut behind her, after a few moments of formal talk, she suddenly yet gently rose from her seat with her hands behind her back as your nerves froze still, her gaze raveningly boring into your soul.

"Thursday at 07:35 PM, do you remember what you were doing at such a date and time, dear?"