>you wake up restrained to a chair
>you are met with a pair of sleep-deprived blue eyes
>"Finally awake, eh? Eheheh..."
>it's N-Corp Faust, grinning at you
>you try to escape from your restraints, but end up having a nail shoved through your knee
>"Tsk, tsk, I don't recall giving you permission to leave, filth."
>her hostile tone confuses you and she shakes her head
>"Did you really think I was so stupid? Eehehehe...I was merely waiting until you could give me what I REALLY wanted!"
>you hear footsteps behind you
>"Ah, my hero!"
>the newcomer turns out to be Sinclair, wearing similar uniform as Faust
>you don't recall him being this tall or smug
>"Oh, Mr. Cuck-O-Clock is awake?"
>Faust swoons at him, smiling dumbly
>you have no idea what's going on, but you want none of it
>"Still can't believe it? Why don't we convince you, once and for all?"
>just like that, Faust tears her clothes off and cuts Sinclair's belt
>an absolutely massive dick erupts from his pants, accelerating the process
>"Front row seats, just for our little cuck..."
>Sinclair sits on your lap while Faust easily slides her cunt onto his member, both of them facing you
>she enjoys watching you squirm, narrowing her eyes in delight
>"This is what it means to be gripped, but you'll never know thi-"
>a metal fist meets the brunette's jaw, making her red eyes bulge out of her skull before she's launched high into the air
>Don runs up to Meursault, who catches her mid-jump and throws her after the white figure, extending his arm like a spring
>the golden-haired fixer spears through the unfamiliar woman, somehow landing before she does
>a blind cross-shaped flash is followed by a deafening explosion and an equally deafening voice
>"Manager Esquire, be not deceived by a harlot such as she!"
>Meursault merely cools his white-hot gauntlet before helping you get up from the chair
>"Come. Everyone is waiting"
>just as he said, the Sinners wave at you from afar
>you shake your head and walk towards your friends