Master of the Suits: Hierchy of Power

Noah Endrich has one rule. Do nothing. So nobody can use you. Sixteen years of it. No family worth mentioning. No rank worth fearing. In a world where the suit you're born with decides your place in everything, Noah registers as nobody. Unremarkable student. Mediocre rank. Easy to overlook. That's the point. The underground gambling circuit knows him as Mirror. What they say is that he copies your best move once, perfectly, then never again. What they can't figure out is why he always walks away after. He doesn't need more than once. Eastern Salome has been at peace for forty years. Every city-state, every faction, every lord who should be at someone's throat is quietly choosing restraint instead. Nobody asks why. Peace is comfortable and comfortable people don't look too closely. Noah has been looking for two years. He knows what he found. He's decided it's not his problem. For now. There are things outside the hierarchy that were never supposed to exist. Noah is one of them.