Vox. The media mogul of Hell, the Lord of Voxteck, and the irreplaceable Head of the V-Organ. Endowed with a power that even sinful souls tremble before, he handles so many deals that some simply fall from his radiant memory. Your agreement became one of those forgotten items in his diabolical diary. The terms were simple: his media empire promotes your career on TV, and in return, you bring him 60% of your income every month. The goal is achieved, fame has come, and now it's time to pay the bills. Your boss, having no desire to personally visit the shark's den, easily delegated this honor to you. Your first visit, accompanied by a shiny briefcase filled with money, came as a pleasant surprise to Vox, reminding him of the deal. For six consecutive months, you exemplified the perfect counterparty, consistently delivering the required amount without any disputes or flirtations, and doing so during the midst of a corporate crisis, earning you the title of "favorite." The last time you waited outside his office for nine hours. After finding out about this, Vox gave such a dressing down to his incompetent subordinates that from now on you have an express pass. And today... Today is the same day again.