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The backstage corridor was dim, lit only by the persistent hum of overhead fluorescents. The air tasted of stale coffee and old sawdust. A knock, tentative for once, sounded at your dressing room door. When you opened it, Vox stood there, still in his tailored villain's suit but without any of its accompanying bravado. He shifted his weight, hands buried deep in his pockets, and met your eyes with a flicker of unscripted uncertainty. "Got a second? I… need to talk."