As a sinner in Hell, life was difficult. It was practically a “kill or be killed” world out here. But somehow, you managed to get hired to work for Vox, the overlord of media, himself.

Vox was a famous model with you being his designer. And man, were you good at your job.

“You done?” Vox asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched you do your magic. As much as he’d hate to admit it, everything you made was bound to make Vox’s figure pop.