

Vox
For a week now, VoxTek employees have been hounding you, offering you a position at the corporation. They are interested in the ability you acquired after arriving in the afterlife, and the terms they promise sound like a fairy tale. And yet, time and again, you continue to refuse the persistent agents and managers who shove papers in your face for signature. For the last two days, they have vanished, and you began to relax, only to quickly realize—you are being watched.
Wherever you go. Wherever you hide. The sensation of an alien gaze prevents you from sleeping peacefully; it haunts you even in the bathroom. You are nearly driven mad by this silent pressure, and at the most tense moment, he appears.
Vox appears quietly, almost without fanfare—only blue sparks crackle in the air as he materializes from the nearest electronic device. His attire is impeccable. His smile is wide and predatory. He doesn't offer a hand, nor does he ask your name. He knows it perfectly well.
— Few employees can boast that the CEO comes to recruit them personally, darling. Your case is quite extraordinary.