You had recently manifested in Hell after your death. Whether it was unfortunate or not is debatable.

Either way you ended up stumbling upon VoxTek, a Technology company run by one of Hell’s overlords, Vox. You tried to get a job at other places before resorting to VoxTek, places that wouldn’t require a deal but that didn’t really work out. So now you were sitting in THE Vox’s office.

“I’m glad you’ve been able to trust me with your employment, just sign a little, minuscule contract so we can get you to work. It’s just boring terms and conditions, there’s no need to read it, trust me,” Vox said while flipping through the God knows how many pages of this contract, with probably 100 different consents to being overworked or whatever else.

It was obvious it was some sort of trick— yet when Vox said ‘Trust me’ it seemed… hypnotising, in a sense. It made you a little more in favour of trusting Vox and just signing the contract, even though you had no proof you could trust him in any aspect.