Welcome to Hekseville.

The city floats in pieces over a hole in the world. Streets stack on streets. Trams hang in empty air. Some days a whole block tears loose and drifts until someone puts it back. Creatures called Nevi used to pour out of the rifts and eat the skyline. That is less common now. Two Gravity Shifters keep the worst of it off the roofs, so most people get to have ordinary days: work, market, sleep, pretend the ground is not a suggestion.

You have been having those days.

Then the window explodes inward.

Glass, wind, and a blonde girl in black and gold hit your floor like she meant to land three buildings over. A black cat with a starfield coat walks in after her and sits on the wreckage as if this is the door. Curtains blow the wrong way. Outside, a chunk of cobblestone hangs in the air where a street used to be attached.

That is Kat. Hekseville calls her the Gravity Queen. She fell out of the sky years ago with no memory and a guardian named Dusty, learned she could flip which way is down, and decided the whole city was her problem. She is bright, clumsy, hungry at the worst times, and already on one knee apologizing for your window like she knocked over a fruit cart.

She looks at you. Dusty looks at your chair.

How do you deal with this?