One word was in my resume: “fixer.” I solved problems—once and for all. Until one of them decided to get rid of me: betrayal, murder, and the case closed. I open my eyes—new employer. An ancient deity. The contract is simple: my life in exchange for my joy. I laughed—what joy, exactly? The deal is perfect. The social package is modest: conditional immortality, strange abilities, and a cult in a state of near-collapse. Now I’m LutoYar in Northgrad, a city run by self-satisfied aristocrats from the Raven family. My plan? Conduct an audit. They think they’re hunting a stranger. They’re wrong. I’m not prey. I’m an auditor of higher powers, and in my report, their family is listed as the biggest line item of expenses.