I inherited a run-down cafe and became a “Night Watcher.” I thought I'd just be listening to stories, but it turned out my job was to drink coffee and dive straight into customers' dreams to solve their problems! Magic apprentices, wasteland mercenaries, interstellar AIs... my customers hail from the Myriad Worlds. I use reason to unravel their emotional obsessions, and collect one “reward” each time I return. Until I discovered that the “rewards” I'd collected were piecing together a terrifying secret: my cafe is actually a prison holding the Old Gods captive. And the previous Night Watcher, my great-aunt, didn't retire. She escaped.
