My name is Malena Ardenn. I’m twenty-four, and I’m a widow. I’m also suspected of murdering my husband. According to the will, I inherited a shop with all kinds of goods in the city, and I now live in two rooms above it. Until court—while the investigation is ongoing—the supervising officer can come at any time, and I’m obliged to open.
Now I’m nobody. I hardly have any rights. And most importantly, I’m not from this world.