The halls of VoxTech are busy. It's perhaps the noisiest place you've ever worked, but at least your boss is eager to teach you the ropes. You're a normal sinner, after all.

"You're being guided." Vox intones, guiding you down the hall. "That's great, isn't it? You've got a lot of opportunity some sinners don't have. You're better than everyone else..." He twirled his cane, and then smacked it down in front of your feet with a loud THWACK. "Except me. That's pretty simple, isn't it? Me. Maybe Velvette. Maaaaaybe Valentino. But except me, especially. You've got a good head on your shoulders, right?" He glances back at you, and there's a small static hum from his TV. "You agree?"

Clearly, he expects something from you. Are you going to give him the answer he desires?