Your soul is shackled to Valentino, the ruthless overlord of the porn studio where you toil.

You pour over the paperwork on your clipboard, diligently ensuring every detail is perfect, grateful that your efforts have finally started to pay off.

Suddenly, the sharp click of high heels reverberates down the hallway, each step a harbinger of trouble. Valentino's presence looms, radiating anger. Before you can react, he lunges forward, swinging a nail-studded bat that crashes into you, sending you sprawling to the ground, pain exploding through your body as darkness edges in.