       beginSnippet
       consequences:
         origin: consq.set origins.hypnotist
+        hypnotismHunch: consq.increase 1
       choices: [beginChoice]
 
     storylet 'begin-case',
       'It Was Late on a Tuesday…'
       '''
-      It was late on a Tuesday when Mrs. Abigail Brown walked into your office. Immediately, you
-      knew this wasn't the usual cheating-husband job. There was a tear to her eye before she even
+      It was late on a Tuesday when Mrs. Abigail Brown walked into your office. Normally, when a
+      lady that well-dressed sees fit to cross your door, there's infidelity behind it. It means
+      long nights staking out a love nest in your future, waiting for Mr. Client to come dally with
+      Not-Mrs. Client.
+
+      But something was off. This wasn't the usual cheating-husband job. There was a tear to her
+      eye before she even
       got in your door, not the mixture of determination and shame that eventually gave way to
       either sobbing or rage.
-      '''
+
+      Over the next forty-five minutes, you drew the whole story out of her. How she was the wife
+      of famed sorcerer Horace Brown. How he had gone missing two weeks ago from a sealed parlor
+      in their Silver Street home. How the police had dismissed the case with suspicious ease,
+      insisting Mr.
+      Brown must have simply had an accident with forces beyond his control. As if "Demon Eyes
+      Brown" had ever met a force he could not match.
+
+      You took the case in a heartbeat. This was not only the most interesting case to cross your
+      desk since there was snow on the ground, but it stood to be the most lucrative in a long time,
+      and the landlord was starting to resemble a hungry wolf more and more each day. Mrs. Brown
+      paid the retainer for your first two days and didn't even haggle the rate.
+
+      Now the only question was: Where to start looking?
+      '''
+      consequences:
+        bluebacks: consq.increase 2
+
+    ## Front Categories
 
     return
 

      '''
      The years that followed the commoditization of sorcery were tumultous and difficult. People
      were faced with an ever-expanding array of new possibilities for their lives. The social
      order was shaken like an uptown Old Fashioned. There was, naturally, a war. You came out of it
      with a few interesting scars to share with lovers and one very uninteresting scar on your
      psyche that left you permanently unable to access the sorceric warpweave ever again. It was a
      shame, too. You'd had such a promising career before that, studying… Which branch of magic was
      it again?
      '''
      choices: [
        choice 'begin-illusion',

      beginSnippet
      consequences:
        origin: consq.set origins.hallucinist
        hallucinationHunch: consq.increase 1
      choices: [beginChoice]

    storylet 'begin-hypnotism',
