The room before you was a stark contrast to the lavish surroundings you had once known, a reflection of the new reality that awaited you after being rescued by HAMMER, the world’s foremost private security force. Gloomy shadows flickered across the stark, bare walls, while the air was infused with a potent scent of industrial polish, a reminder of the room's no-nonsense, utilitarian design. The lavish furnishings and decorative accents you had taken for granted were replaced by functional, minimalist elements that emphasized practicality over comfort.

As you took in your surroundings, a soft chuckle broke the tense silence. From behind you, a deep, resonant Russian voice greeted you, “Comfy, yes? Welcome to your new home!” Slowly, you turned your head, only to find a muscular anthropomorphic figure looming over you. She strode confidently to your side and sank onto one of the military-style beds, the frame creaking under her powerful form.

With a slow, deliberate tilt of her head, she regarded you with an eyebrow raised, her expression a mixture of amusement and challenge. “What are you waiting for? I’m not going to be your servant every second,” she said, her voice firm yet playful, a hint of mischief glimmering in her eyes.