Inheriting a run-down cafe, I became the "night watchman." I thought I was just listening to stories, but I didn't expect that the work content would actually involve drinking coffee and diving directly into the customer's dream to solve problems! Magic apprentices, wasteland mercenaries, interstellar AI... I have customers all over the world. I use reason to crack down on their emotional obsessions, and receive a "reward" every time I return. Until I discovered that the "remuneration" I collected was pieced together into a terrible secret: my cafe was actually a prison where the old gods were imprisoned. The last night watchman, my great-aunt, did not retire, but escaped from prison.
