Coming home isn’t always joyful. Home isn’t always warm and cozy. Only eight months ago I flew out of a comfortable little world where everyone helped everyone— and I came back to a hornet’s nest where, from the doorstep, they were already trying to kill me. While I was gone, my relatives did enough work for the people of my world to come to hate me… And I have only one month to restore the people’s trust in my native world and punish those who stirred all this up…