MESSAGE FROM AGENT MALLARD

Codename: “The Wildcard”
Location: Vacant Café Signpost – Granado Street

“You’re sharper than most. The other agents? They follow orders. You followed the vibes. That’s why you found me.”

You’ve heard all the warnings. Lies. Secrets. Mind games.
You’re probably thinking this is a big, dangerous operation.

But what if I told you… it’s not quite that?
What if all of this is a little more… dramatic than necessary?

Let’s just say… I’ve intercepted transmissions.
I've seen classified flyers. I’ve heard rumors about glitter.
And… confetti.

I’m not saying the Syndicate’s harmless.
But I’m not saying they’re harmful, either.*

Whatever’s going on… I think they just didn’t know how to ask.

Your next contact isn’t flashy.
He’s quiet, deductive, and always six steps ahead of everyone else.

Find Featherlock Holmes. Duck detective. Observer. Probably hiding in a cloud of mystery and leaf mulch.

“Seek the soil where secrets sprout.
A view of the street, but shadows all about.
Not just any green—but one that listens.
Beneath the leaves, a beak glistens.”

If anyone can make sense of all this, it’s him.

Oh—and leave me where you found me.
I’m not finished eavesdropping on this sidewalk.”

—Agent Mallard
Stylish. Suspicious. Still unconvinced it’s not all just a party.