Former Hitman devs’ debut turns grapes into a deadly weapon

I’m in the grand hall of an ornate, white marble palace, 100 years of cryosleep from Earth. Decorative pillars jut upwards, golden candelabras sit on inlaid tables, white lilies poke out of hanging baskets, and jewelled chandeliers hang from the ceiling. The lights are on and I’m eating grapes like my life depends on it. That’s because it does.