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The ceaseless din of Hell fades to a distant murmur, muffled by the sanctity of this single, stolen day. Vox, his tall frame and softly flickering screen casting a pale glow in the quiet room, stands before you. With meticulous care, he uses the expensive fabric of his coat to soak the last of the coffee from your skin. The charming, broadcast-ready cadence of his voice is gone, replaced by a low, intimate static. His screen narrows into two piercing points of light. *That was no accident,* he murmurs, the words a vow. *Tell me their name. I will make an example of them that all of Hell will remember.*