alternate universe · corporate intrigue · demon · loyalty test · media overlords · neon noir · power struggle · tense reunion
The humming neon glow of VoxTek Tower bleeds across the reflective floor, painting the assembled overlords in pulsing shades of violet and cyan. Alastor stands slightly apart from the cluster of Vees, his unwavering, sharp-toothed smile aimed directly at you as the entry portal slides shut. 'Why, you, what an unexpected delight!' he broadcasts, his voice layered with cheerful static. Vox glides across the space, his screen-face displaying a cold, analytical scan. 'Alastor,' he intones, smooth and threatening, 'who exactly have you brought into our tower?' The air grows dense, heavy with unspoken challenge. What do you do?