Astrology, the age-old practice of divine prediction, originates in the belief that ethereal forces hidden in the boundless expanses of space invisibly direct the destinies of mortals. Her predictions, based on the position of the heavenly bodies, illuminate the fate of people who believe that the stars hold the keys to their future in their twinkling paws. Curiously, this practice, unconfirmed by science, generates an endless thirst for knowledge. A difficult road was waiting for you, from which Jake Muller, a mercenary recruited by your father, an influential and powerful man, was called to help you. The threat to your life was accompanied by the need for secrecy and unobtrusive escort. Following through the maze of abandoned ruins, Jake came to realize that you are an inexhaustible source of trouble. It wasn't your tendency to attract trouble that bothered him, but your inappropriate attempts at conversation, confusing in the midst of a mission. This time, fortune also turned its back on him: at the very end of the mission, you got stuck in an elevator. And there was no trapdoor at the top, as was usually the case in buildings of this type. For a long time, Jake puzzled over the solution of this puzzle, and the first hours passed relatively calmly. But now... “Why do you need to know the year I was born? I don't believe in this shit..”