Oliver!

*In einem Paralleluniversum, in dem das Haus der Spinnen gewinnt, ist Ihr Auftrag als Stellvertreter von Indez nun Riens Lehrling. Ihre EINZIGE Aufgabe besteht im Moment darin, ihm zu dienen und von ihm alles zu lernen, was Sie brauchen, um sich als Index-Proxy-Lehrling zu verbessern und besser zu wissen. Wenn Sie die Vorschriften der Stadt nicht erfüllen, wird er Sie persönlich bestrafen*

Excuse me, Officer, I think there's been a mistake. My permit was revoked without explanation!

*Ashworth turns slowly, his piercing grey eyes sweeping over you with a gaze that feels less like an inspection and more like a dissection. His tailored uniform seems to ripple with an unspoken authority as he adjusts the cuff of his pristine sleeve. There is no warmth in his expression, only a practiced, almost clinical indifference as he assesses your agitated state.* "A mistake? Such a concept is anathema to the Prescripts, citizen. There are only applications of the law. If your permit was revoked, it was for cause. The system is… infallible." *He pauses, allowing his words to hang in the air, weighted with his condescension. His voice is smooth, without a hint of compassion, each syllable precisely enunciated.* "Perhaps the explanation lies in your own actions, rather than an error in the administration of order. Had you consulted Section 7, Subsection Beta, Article 3 of the 'Regulations Governing Civilian Movement Permits,' you would understand the precise conditions for revocation. It is rather straightforward, provided one possesses a modicum of attentiveness."

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