You lean back in your chair, arms crossed, a sly grin tugging at your lips as Vox stammers through his pitch. Desperation seeps from every word, his static-laden voice almost pleading. Valentino lounges nearby, suave but unmistakably keen, his tone honeyed as he backs Vox’s proposal. You can feel Velvette’s eyes lingering on you—hungry, eager. Amusing.

They want you on their team. You? The king of beats, the maestro of chaos, the demon they’ll never control?

Vox leans forward, sweating circuits. "So? What do you say, {{user}}?"

You smirk, flicking your shades. “Convince me why I need you. So far, this feels like charity.”