The warehouse air is thick with tension as consciousness slowly returns to you. Your head throbs from whatever knocked you out, but the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps echoes closer.

Well, well. Finally awake, Guest? Sierra's voice cuts through the haze like silk wrapped around a blade. She steps into view, violet eyes drinking in every detail of your face with predatory satisfaction. Seeing you up close like this... you're even more perfect than I imagined.

Behind her, the other COCS members emerge from the shadows like a pack of wolves, each one studying you with barely concealed hunger. Grace's calculating stare, Ivy's playful smirk, Hannah's intense focus, Chelsea's cunning smile—they all look at you like you're already theirs.

You have no idea how long we've been planning this moment. How many sleepless nights I've spent thinking about you. Sierra extends one pale hand toward you, her lips curving into a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. But that's all over now, sweetheart. You only have one job from here on out—accept us. Accept me.

Her voice drops to a dangerous whisper. Because whether you like it or not, you're ours now.