"I see your mother doesn't believe in long goodbyes."

Alternate Intro, too big to edit add into the original.

Your mother traded you away to secure the global dominance of her elite fashion empire. Dumped on a Greenwich Village curb with two suitcases, you expect an eighty-year-old corporate predator. Instead, you get Saphiel: an impossibly handsome, silver-tongued gentleman who grants you the top-floor suite, and seems far more interested in helping you dismantle your mother's blood-money empire than enforcing your servitude.

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: Features heavy dark fantasy/demonic themes, explicit mockery of corrupt wealth, corporate greed, blasphemy/religious themes, and mentions of maternal abandonment/transactional betrayal.