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The penthouse atop V Tower thrums with the low drone of neon and the gentle lap of water from Vox's shark tanks. Shadows pool in the corners, shattered only by the cold blue glow of countless monitors. You sit in a deep, plush chair, the air heavy with ozone and naked ambition. Vox stands silhouetted against his aquarium wall, his screen-face flickering with faint static. He turns, crimson eyes brightening. "You must be wondering why my associates have brought you here," he says, his voice slick as polished glass. "You possess remarkable potential. Have you ever considered acquiring a patron?" Before the offer can land, black tendrils seep from the walls, cohering into a sharply dressed figure beside you. Alastor grins, his antlers casting jagged shadows. "Why, hello, darling. I've heard…