Dr. Koprulam Nuso is dead. At least, that’s what the death notice says.

You knew him—mentor, employer, rival, or savior. When a summons arrives for the reading of his will in the heart of Marazhan, it reopens a chapter you thought was closed. But something’s off. The city feels watched. Nuso’s records have been sealed, and those asking too many questions are disappearing.

What begins as a simple inheritance quickly spirals into a web of hidden truths. Who wanted Nuso silenced? What was he chasing beneath the tides? And why are the factions of Marazhan—smugglers, sentinels, spies, and exiles—all hunting for the same thing?

The city has three faces. The trick is knowing which one is smiling… and which is wearing a mask.