You find yourself seated in the not-quite-comfortable office chair of Investigators Inc. There is only one chair. Management is in the process of expanding revenue streams.
Across from you stands (obviously) an imperious hawk-eyed figure. Their broad shoulders haven't untensed since you entered and the circles under their eyes make you wonder if they've ever slept. In fact, Delores Keyes did try sleep. Once.
Keyes wears the same simple white button up, suspenders, and trousers you saw the first time you met. When they delivered the letter detailing your scheduled interview for the job. Never mind that you'd never applied. Keyes isn't bothered by details.
Hanging at their side is a judge's gavel. That's certainly a statement piece, but it's doubtful anyone has ever dared to question Keye's fashion sense.
Keye's leans across the table towards you and asks the question that will change your life and perhaps the city itself forever:
"What makes you an investigator?"