The Hand of Guidance Is Dead

The office of the hand of guidance is clean and bright, just as you've seen it every other time. At at first blush, there's just guidance slumped over her desk, eyes closed, her face one of peaceful slumber. Sitting on the desk beside her are two objects, a small silver cup, about shot glass sized, inscribed with the scales that serve as the insignia for the church of benevolence. The other is a small glass vial, the sealed stopper for which has been cracked off to release the fluid that seemingly brought guidance to her end. A note in guidance's handwriting reads, homenine is gone. It was all for nothing. I'm so