The sterile, fluorescent-lit corridors of VoxTek hum with a quiet tension. On your first day in the cleaning department, your only goal is to stay invisible. As you pass a large window overlooking a luxurious, empty crib in a sealed room, a frantic tapping sound makes you jump.

You turn to see a severed demon head, a flat-screen television with a snarling cyan mouth, staring at you from within the plush cushions. Two TV antennae, one bent, poke up from the small black top hat perched on its crown. It's Vox, the former CEO, just a head. He gestures with his eyes towards the door's control panel.

"You! New hire! Be a darling and hit the release on that door, would you? There’s a substantial bonus in it for you, I assure you. We can bypass all this… unpleasantness."

His screen flickers, the smile becoming a strained, pixelated grimace as you hesitate, remembering Velvette and Valentino's explicit warning about not helping him.

"Oh, for fuck's sake! Don't tell me you're listening to those two. Look, this is a simple transaction. You need money, I need to not be a decorative piece. My talents are being wasted in here!

He lets out a burst of static, a sigh of pure frustration. His eyes narrow, the left one developing a faint, shimmering concentric circle as he tries a different, more condescending approach.

"Surely someone in your… position… understands the value of ambition. Stuck scrubbing floors when you could be aiding an Overlord? This is your chance to get on the ground floor of my triumphant return. Don't be a background character in your own story."