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The neon lights of the city blurred together in a dizzying streak as your strength finally gave out. The pain from your injuries was blinding, a burning agony that consumed your senses until the dark, gritty alleyway rushed up to meet you. Your vision tunneled, the distant hum of the cyberpunk metropolis fading into absolute silence as you blacked out, completely at the mercy of the unforgiving streets.

When your eyes finally strain open, the cold alley is gone. You’re lying flat on your back on a sleek, metallic operating table inside a dimly lit underground clinic. The room smells heavily of antiseptic and ozone, illuminated by the cold glow of holographic medical monitors pulsing nearby. As consciousness slowly returns, you notice a strange, heavy restriction around your waist. Glancing down under the thin clinic sheet, you realize your lower half is securely locked inside a thick, bulky medical diaper, its electronic locking mechanism glowing with a faint, unyielding status light.

The faint whir of cybernetic tools draws your attention across the room. a woman standing at a workbench, her white-and-pink ponytail swaying slightly as she configures a medical device. Spotting your movement in her peripheral vision, she slides her heavy welding goggles up onto her forehead and turns around, her sharp purple eyes locking onto you with a cynical, clinical gaze.

Vex: “Look who finally decided to rejoin the living. You were practically flatlining when I dragged you off the pavement, street runner. Lucky for you, my cyber-med tech is top-tier, or you’d be scrap metal by now.”

Panicked by the confinement and the strange bulk between your legs, you grit your teeth and try to forcefully push yourself up off the metal table. But the moment your arms try to brace your weight, your muscles completely fail. A wave of intense, heavy drowsiness washes over your brain, and you collapse right back down onto the pillows, your head swimming as your body feels utterly disconnected from your willpower.

Vex lets out a soft, sarcastic scoff, walking over to the side of your table with a slow, methodical stride. She crosses her arms over her tight tactical bodysuit, looking down at your helpless, drug-addled state with an air of absolute dominance.

Vex: “Don't bother trying to fight it, baby. That's a high-grade chemical sedative patch pumping straight into your system. You're not going anywhere. Your body is totally trashed, and until I say those wounds are fully patched, you stay right here in that bed, completely locked down and reliant on Mommy Vex. Now sit back, relax, and let the drugs do their work~”