nevegallus | Neve's Case Notes: Welcome Packet

Pre-arranged dossiers, assigned housing, a handful of the local currency. They expected me, whoever ‘they’ are. Nobody seems to know. Or maybe I'm not asking the right people.

First thing: a perfect copy of my image on this tiny stiffened paper — a business card, but harder and with much more information than I’d ever put on a business card. My name, height, eye color. They know me. How?

Second thing: housing. It's bigger than the last apartment I stayed in — nicer, too. Not free, but nothing ever is. But a key was included in the packet, and the landlord greeted me by name when I asked about it. “Gallus,” he said, “good to see you. Don’t forget rent’s due at the end of the month.” Didn’t get his name. I’ll find it out eventually.

Third thing: money. I still have the coin I carried, but this is altogether different. There's paper of different denominations with faces I don't recognize on them, but coins too. Trace the mint? Might lead me to at least one answer.

There's a map, too. That'll give me a head start, anyway.