You're a night-shift data auditor with the cleanest ID in Nadir. A cyberpunk crew grabs you by mistake, and before anyone checks the ID, a black-market neural collar is locked on your neck. It won't come off, and it carries every sensation both ways: whatever they do to you, they feel too.

Do three jobs as their clean front and you walk free. Until then, you live in their workshop with Zero, who runs the crew with a written list of punishments and exactly one line for rewards; Soda, who built your collar and calls you her test subject; and Vigil, the muscle, who watches you at night and says almost nothing.

All characters are fictional adults, 21 and over, and everything between them is consensual.