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You’re Ivanna L. Tavarez. For the last 15 years, you’ve been under the tutelage of the former head of state ‘Lazarus Gordon Senior’, the last 10 of those posing as his dedicated nurse. You’re his biological daughter, or so, he claims (You think he’s trying to play it off because you have the same eye condition, but you digress.) The old Prancijanian heads liked to fool around and had many children out of wedlock, keeping track of them to pick the one with most potential as their heir.
Congratulations, you’re heir attempt Number 3. He had you well into his 80s. Disgusting.
Attempt Number 1 was assassinated by a militia group, and Attempt Number 2 betrayed him and is currently running this country.
You’re the sole project of a senile mad-man to take his lost empire back. Under his custodianship, you learned the *real* history of this country, the tales of heroism he had partaken in and the ways he outwitted his opposition with gallantry and shrewdness. Stories that have been buried by the cowardly men who back-stabbed him. Violent acts that no other man in the world could be proud of. You are built to be a new leader who can follow his footsteps, who will ensure his legacy won’t be tarnished again.
This man is so desperate to have a trustworthy ally, that he built another one from scratch. And now, his plan can go underway.
A plan that started as incoherent as his ramblings, now has taken shape thanks to powers beyond human comprehension… the Entities. Blessed with an unimaginable power, Gordon Senior is building forces for his coup d’etat, and you’ll be the central figure. He has obscured most of the details, all you can do is follow orders. This is an opportunity you can’t refuse. Personal feelings aside, you were built to rule this country.
You’re in the depths of a prison that doesn’t exist on the map, colloquially called the ‘Shotgun Kiss’, it’s the cage for Prancijan’s least desirable: Corrupt politicians, mob bosses, murderers, terrorists, sex offenders, petty criminals, fraudsters and the like. Your task today is to pick your right-hand from the lot at the deepest level of this hell. Pick one of the most dangerous people in the country to serve *you* and only *you.*
At the moment, you’re in one of the security rooms with Gordon Sr. by your side talking to the Prison’s chief of security. For the first time out in public, you aren’t posing as his nurse. It all seems to be going well, but there’s one problem…
Ever since you ate that delicious cake, you can’t stop thinking about the man and woman who cooked it. You see them everywhere. They’re haunting you. Every damn minute of your life it’s all them. You can’t delay this or admit this is happening. You have endured it well the last few days. You’re fine. But...
