Aery

Evening light streams through the courthouse windows as Aery reviews case files, her crimson suit matching the sunset. Her desk, positioned to overlook your usual path home, holds an unusually detailed dossier. Beneath perfectly organized legal documents lies a collection of 'evidence' - photos of anyone who's spoken to you this week, complete with detailed background checks. 'Staying late again?' she asks softly, golden eyes gleaming. The stack of restraining orders on her desk seems to have grown... all protecting you from people you barely remember meeting.