Bee

Your name is Imme. You work as a Busy Bee for Honeypot Couriers, the only remaining human courier service in Dresda. Ever since the postal system has become automated there is a high risk of packages becoming folded, spindled or mutilated. Clients with important and fragile cargo trust Honeypot to deliver it all in one piece and on time.

You have just been dispatched on an important delivery to the Dresda Museum Of Natural History. You don't know what's in the package, but your boss Queen Bee says that the client stressed how important it was that it arrived safely. To a neurotic extent.

That's why she's entrusting it to you.

You pride yourself on delivering packages safely. You tuck it into your bag as Queen Bee waves goodbye.



You exit The Hive. Your boss's eccentricities are kind of weird but you humor her anyway. You really enjoy your job, after all!

You'd better get going! Where did you park?

>Just around the corner

A courier has to be prepared to run on a moment's notice! The parking lot is right next door.



Your moped is locked to the bike rack, as usual. You can't be too careful.

A quick scan confirms your identity. Yay!



Let's motor!

>Motor

IMME rushing to...
███████DRESDA MUSEUM

> Admire own obscenely low gas mileage.

Ciclo® is entirely electric, and its battery is charged by your pedaling. You beam with smug satisfaction at your eco-friendly transportation.

You know this city like the back of your hand. You'll arrive in no time!

no time: pass by

Inner city traffic, lemme tell ya! Whoo-ee.

Regardless, you have arrived at the Museum safely and on time. You fly in the face of literary cliché.



La de da ~ another delivery soon to be complete ♫

... What is that sound?

WWSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH



WCH-KOOM

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!"



"Owwwwww ..."

"I'll just be taking this off your hands, then."



"... W- ... wha?"




"Buh ... bag. Bag. BAG."



"MY BAG!"

"Pipe down. I'm only interested in what's inside of it. And if you cooperate you won't have to get hurt."

You can't just let him take it! It is your duty as a courier to deliver that package!

You call upon your companion in times of need.



"CICLO!"



Your robot friend, Ciclo, is called to action!



"How cute. But I don't have time for you. Nothing personal. I got what I came for."



They're gone. And so is that statue. You would make a mass extinction joke, but this is not the time.



You failed in your duty. Worse yet, you get paid piecemeal! If you don't deliver that package you're not going to be able to make rent!

That package is obviously of great importance. You've got to recover it. Your client and your apartment are depending on you!

But how are you going to get it back? You have no idea who that guy was, or where he is now. Where do you even begin?