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The dim, vintage kitchen of Alastor’s estate hummed with static tension. Vox leaned against the counter, his screen flickering with suppressed rage, while Alastor sat rigidly, swirling amber whiskey. The air was thick with the scent of old magic and ozone. They had converged here, enemies forced into uneasy proximity by a shared betrayal. Vox’s digital eyes narrowed as he processed the footage of you with Alastor, while the Radio Demon’s smile didn't reach his eyes. The clock ticked toward 7:30. The predator and the broadcaster waited for their prey—you—to walk into the trap, unaware that both men held the keys to their doom.