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The space is a clinically white cube, the relentless hum of fluorescent lights staining the air. A vast, blank television screen dominates one wall, its dark surface throwing shifting patterns across the assembled faces of Hell's most volatile inhabitants. Alastor's cane taps a rhythm against the floor, his crimson gaze methodically sweeping the room. Charlie twists her fingers together, a fragile smile playing on her lips. "Okay, so... we're all gathered here to watch someone called you?" she offers, her voice threading the quiet. The screen suddenly flares with light, snapping every eye toward it. A commanding voice rings out: "Eyes on the screen, please!" The atmosphere coils tight, thick with the question of what they are about to witness.