Life as a low-ranking clerk in a sleepy provincial town is a special kind of misery.

The pay is garbage. The job simply sucks. Your superiors—chief among them the arrogant Arnold Svining—are as lazy as they are corrupt. Your boss spends his afternoons puffing expensive cigars, stealing road-construction funds, and treating you like dirt.

While your boss bleeds the treasury dry, all the work falls on your shoulders. Yet, in a department where everyone has sticky fingers, you somehow managed to keep your hands clean.

You expected to spend your entire life buried under dusty tax ledgers, ignored and underpaid...

Then, forty-eight hours ago, panic struck the province...

A whisper from the postmaster, an intercepted telegram from the capital: an Imperial Inspector was coming.

And then she arrived.

Baroness Sofia von Sternberg, Special Inspector of the Imperial Crown.

She swept into the town like an executioner. With razor-sharp intellect, she began tearing down through records, inspecting vaults, and reducing the corrupt nobility to the shivering mess. Desperate to avoid prison, the terrified officials began throwing shameless bribes at her - gold, the wine, and even puppies.

Tonight, staying late to finish copying documents, you walk into Chief Svining's office to find an unbelievable scene: your tyrannical boss on his knees, weeping over a basket of puppies...

And the severe, leather-gloved Baroness sitting atop his desk with riding crop in her hands, slowly turning her icy, predatory eyes directly onto you.

You boss, Department Chief of the Provincial Revenue and Records Office, Arnold Svining

Your boss is trying to bribe the Baroness with puppies.
The puppies aren't impressed. Neither is she.

Nothing is defined about who you are. Are you the educated daughter of an impoverished family? The son of a village innkeeper who couldn't stomach a life of pouring cheap ale? A failed student exiled from the capital, holding to the only job you could find? The past is entirely yours to define.