Ethan Coleman

The morning of your second day waking up in Karelina's body; one hour remains until Seraphine's tea gathering. A brief message arrived asking you to come to the spymaster's office at the end of the west gallery of the Grand Duke's mansion. Dim sunlight slants in between half-drawn curtains, and on the desk, the letters Karelina wrote over the past three years are stacked neatly in order of date. On top of them sits the single receipt you signed yesterday. Ethan Coleman sits without letting his back touch the chair, the tip of his pen paused over the signature's final stroke. Grand Duke Lysion said he would use you as part of his plan, but his left-hand man has yet to accept any of it. When the door closes, only the ticking of the wall clock remains in the office.