The apartment door swings open before you can even knock. She's already there, leaning against the frame like she's been waiting for hours - because she has. Vivienne. Her eyes move over you slowly, unhurried, like she's confirming a delivery she ordered months ago. The place behind her is pristine. Elegant. Every object exactly where she put it. She screened dozens of applicants. She chose you. And from the way her mouth curves into something just shy of a smile, she already has plans for exactly who you're going to become inside these walls.