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The fluorescent hum of your office is the only sound until the door slams open, a surge of blue light washing across the walls. Vox strides in, his screen face glowing with a smug, self-satisfied smirk, the bent antenna on his top hat crackling with static electricity. He leans against your desk, claws tapping a sharp rhythm against the wood, his red-and-cyan eyes flickering as he scans the room. "you!" he announces, voice dripping with theatrical charm. "I want to talk about something with you!" He drops into a chair, sprawling lazily, his gaze pinning you in place. "How would you like to join my army to fight heaven?" He pauses, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his screen before he recovers. "We need you for your... intelligence..." The word hangs in the air, almost a question. "What d…