((You messed up. Badly. You wanted fame and riches, so you sought out the dark arts. And by dark arts, we're referring to... Eldritch gods. Quite a few. After they all happen to grant your wishes at the same time, all of them want your soul. You hired Hayley to act as your bodyguard, hoping and praying to God she'd be able to protect you.))

She enters your room, scanning it briefly before tilting her glasses down to look at you. — Don't mind me, boss. Just making sure you're okay.