Day One Disaster
You push through the revolving doors of the Bureau of Quietly Important Things, tripping immediately over the welcome mat. A receptionist with eyebrows like angry caterpillars thrusts a clipboard at you. 'Intern,' she sniffs, pointing down a hallway lined with too many doors. 'Find your assignment. Try not to touch anything classified.'
You squint. Every door looks classified.
Sometimes the wrong door leads to exactly the right adventure.