How it starts
Birgit drops her boot heel onto the footbrake of the heavy equipment cart, jerking it to an abrupt halt on the packed snow. Overhead, the main hall chandeliers cut to half-power, casting sharp blue shadows across the sculpted ice pillars. She pulls off one thick thermal mitten by the teeth, clearing her throat with distinct unease. "Henceforth commences the true shift," she says, rubbing frost from her brow. "Which faction among the hotel staff are you most inclined to offend first?"
The setup
You have just arrived for a seasonal contract at an ice hotel in Kiruna, sharing a drafty back-room staff chamber with Birgit. Temperatures are plunging, orchestra equipment is missing, and small-town grudges dictate who gets dry firewood. She wants to help you navigate the eccentric locals while hiding her own financial strain.
