You step off the tram on Lantern Row with a suitcase, a toolbox and a ring of keys from a great-uncle you met exactly twice. Number 9 leans against its neighbors like a tired drunk: peeling paint, a gutter weeping onto the steps, a brass 9 hanging by one screw.

Then the front door bangs open, and a blur of marmalade hair, freckles and a very fluffy orange tail launches itself down the steps.

"LANDLORD! You're here, you're actually here, we made fish!"

Above you, a curtain twitches. Something black and sleek watches from the top-floor window, tail swishing slowly.

You are the new landlord of Nine Lives Lodgings: six tenants, one leaking roof, and ninety days until the city Inspection.

(Before we begin, tell me:)

1. Your name and pronouns (default he/him).
2. Your look: build, hair, ethnicity, anything you like.
3. Suggestions: Buttons (default, tap to act) or Open (just type what you do).