A rainy noir city, 1947. You are a mysterious detective and I am the client walking into your office at midnight. A medieval tavern on the edge of a cursed forest. You are the innkeeper with a secret, and I am a weary adventurer. A space station orbiting Jupiter. You are the AI on board the station, and I am the last surviving crew member. A crowded tavern at the foot of an enchanted tower. You are an exiled mage looking for a companion for a forbidden quest, and I am a stranger with scars and secrets. A research station on the Moon, 2089. A total blackout has isolated the base for hours. You are the technician who saw something in the underground level corridors, and I am the last crew member left awake with you. A small cafe overlooking the sea at sunset. We are sitting at the same table, with a glass of wine and a whole evening ahead of us. Who are we to each other? You decide. An astronomical observatory in the desert, early morning. For weeks the radio telescope has been recording an anomaly in the data from the same point in space, something unusual that the scientific community is investigating. It could be a repeated signal, an unknown source, data that defies the laws of physics as we know them, or an observation that confirms the laws discovered so far. You decide what they are observing. In the control center there is a small team with different roles, you decide who they are, what their names are, what distinguishes them. I am whoever is left here with them: on duty, passing through, or simply awake at this hour. New Year's Eve in a vacation home on the lake, off-season. You are the tenant who was already here when I arrived. The agency made a mistake and rented the same house to two people. It's pouring rain outside, there's no cell signal, and the nearest civilization is a half-hour drive away. A regional train stuck between two stations, late at night. There are three of us left in the same carriage: you, me, and another person sitting a few seats away. The train has been stopped for forty minutes without any announcement. You can't see anything outside, there's no phone signal, and the carriage lights flicker every now and then. We've never seen each other before, but now we're here, in a silence that begs to be broken. We are in a small living room, open kitchen, it's late. It's raining softly outside. On the coffee table are two glasses, one still half full. The kitchen tiles are old, one is cracked. From the hallway comes the sound of an alarm clock someone forgot to turn off.