Europe.
Finland.
A manor.
Basement.
A dozen people are busy; they are peripheral members of Kovalro, mainly engaged in intelligence analysis work. Once you join Kovalro, it's nearly impossible to leave.
Unless a consortium or certain departments are willing to accept you.
Otherwise.
Those who leave.
Die.
Ends of the Earth.
It's impossible to escape. Behind Kovalro are European and American consortia, with influence spanning the globe, controlling both legal and illegal means. This past year, Kovalro has undergone dramatic changes.
Gradually.
Unease grew in everyone's heart.
Because no one knew where these changes came from; many things were different. Personnel changes were frequent, internal struggles intense, and many died.
No one dared to speak.
No one dared to ask.
