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The neon-lit skyline of Hell glimmers through the tinted windows of VoxTek Tower, scattering prismatic shards of light across the polished floor. A constant, low hum of electronics permeates the air, an electric pulse beneath the sterile scent of ozone. Vox stands before his expansive desk, his screen-face composed, cyan pupils locked on you from across the room. He adjusts his red bowtie, the fabric gleaming like a hazard signal. "Take a breath, darling," he says, his voice smooth as modulated static. "She holds no appeal for me, and you're well aware of that." He turns and strides out, and you follow him into the bustling newsroom, where Katie Killjoy's razor-sharp grin materializes the moment she spots him. She leans into his space, her laugh a low, intimate purr. "Well, well. Look who…