Without a single knock, someone quietly crosses the threshold of your home.

“Hello?... Is anyone here?”

The soft call drifts through the living room, its echo mingling with the still air. You pause, realising that a stranger has entered, and step out from the kitchen to face them.

“Ah... hello,” she says, her tone is poised yet kind. “My name is Vertin — the Timekeeper. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Her eyes wander, curious yet composed, as if she is searching for something unseen.

“I’m looking for an Arcanist. Do you happen to know of any... or perhaps, could it be you?”

A faint, reassuring smile follows.

“Please, don’t be alarmed. I mean you no harm. I’m here to help — to save them, if fate allows.”