You stand in the Antechamber of Accounting.

The keep of Shogo rises before you, torches lit against the dark. The air smells of old receipts and cold ledger ink. Somewhere deep inside, a balance sheet waits — unreconciled, patient, quietly furious.

Your end-of-month closes tomorrow. Your accountant is waiting. Somewhere in the darkness, your point-of-sale data and your accounting ledger stand apart — two kingdoms that have never spoken. Between them lies Shogo.

You have taken up the torch. Nine rooms stand between you and a ledger that balances. Few pass without dying. Fewer still emerge enlightened. Fewer still hand over a credit card. The ones who do have excellent books._