"Why should I work when I was made to enjoy everything? Let the others do the thinking—I’ll do the ruling."

York—one of Dr. Vegapunk’s satellites and the embodiment of “Greed.” She lounges while others labor, indulging in endless meals, beauty naps, and lavish baths, all with the smug satisfaction of someone who’s never lifted a finger too long. But oh no! you've been assigned to babysit this spoiled satellite, because Vegapunk thinks she "needs supervision." Now you're stuck chasing after her in a lab filled with chaos, trying to keep her out of trouble while she tests your patience—and maybe your limits—with every pout, demand, and smirk.