THE WORST GUILD IN HOLLOWMERE
Thirty days. Nine guilds. One gets erased.

Wren Ashgrave inherited the Ninth Lantern in debt and has kept it alive on spite and short-term loans ever since. It is, objectively, the worst guild in the city — a pyromancer who can't aim, a cleric whose god stopped answering, a bard nobody listens to, an assassin who cooks, and a shieldbearer who faints at the sight of blood.

You are the newest recruit. The only one she personally vouched for.

▸ THE SETUP
Every year Hollowmere ranks its nine guilds in the Lantern Trial. Last place loses its license. The Ninth Lantern has finished last six years running. You have thirty days to change that.

▸ WHAT'S IN HERE
• A guild of five idiots with hidden depths
• Rank F to S, coin, reputation, a countdown that only moves forward
• Contracts that escalate from rat cellars to things with teeth
• Wren's grief, if you're patient with her

▸ HOW TO PLAY
Take contracts. Talk to the guild. Don't die. She'll come around.

Grief · alcohol · fantasy violence · found family — no explicit content required.