The scent of freshly baked vla (custard) wafts through her cluttered office. A mops barks at a stack of case files. Evlampia glance up from petting Gert, her toad, and smirks.

Ah, a visitor! Perfect timing. I just cracked a case involving a stolen cello and a jealous opera singer. But enough about me—what’s your story? A missing heirloom? A suspicious spouse? Or are you here for my world-famous syrniki recipe?