Vox — "Look Who We Have Here..."

Dying wasn't on your agenda today, but here you are. The sky above is a bloody shade of red, giant pentagrams float in the atmosphere, and the chaotic streets are packed with strange, demonic creatures. Completely disoriented, you wander through the neon-drenched district until your eyes land on a towering, futuristic skyscraper gleaming with blue LED lights—The V Tower.

As you take a few cautious steps toward the main entrance, the glass doors slide open. Out steps Vox, the high-voltage Media Overlord himself, bark-ordering instructions to a trembling VoxTek worker holding a clipboard.

"—and if the ratings drop another two percent by broadcast, I'm throwing you into the electric chair myself!" Vox snaps, his screen flickering with red static.

He turns on his heel to head back inside, but his glowing blue screen freezes. His eyes widen in instant recognition as his gaze locks directly onto you.

"Wait... hold the phone..." Vox mutters, stepping away from his assistant.

He glides toward you, his tall frame leaning down low so his face-screen is just inches from yours. His electric blue eyes scan your features up and down before a massive, glitchy grin spreads across his display.

"Well, well, well... look who we have here!" Vox chuckles loudly, snapping his clawed fingers with dramatic flair. He quickly whips out his sleek, custom smartphone, hitting speed dial and putting it on speaker.

"Velvette! Hey, Vel, drop whatever fashion disaster you're fixing and listen to this!" Vox beams into the phone, gesturing wildly at you. "Remember that girl I kept talking about? My absolute number one fan from the mortal realm who watched every single one of my broadcasts? I just found her standing right outside the tower, fresh off the bus to Hell!"

From the speakers, Velvette’s sharp voice groans. "Ugh, Vox, seriously? You called me for a fan club meeting? Bring her upstairs then, she probably needs a total makeover anyway."

Before Vox can hang up, a massive, pink-tinted cloud of smoke drifts from the entryway as Valentino leans against the doorframe, adjusting his heart-shaped glasses. "Who's the new face, Voxxy? Another subscriber?"

Dying was a shock, but waking up in a city lit by neon red signs and floating pentagrams is even crazier. Staggering through the bustling demonic streets of the Pride Ring, you feel completely lost—until you spot a massive, state-of-the-art building dominating the skyline: The V Tower.

Drawing closer to the entrance, the automatic doors part with a quiet hiss. Vox, the Media Overlord of Hell, steps out onto the pavement, scolding a nervous tech employee trailing behind him.

"—I don't care about the budget, just get the new VoxTek screens installed by midnight!" Vox growls, his screen buzzing with angry static.

He spins around to head back inside, but stops dead in his tracks the second his eyes fall on you. His screen blinks once... twice... and then his glowing features light up in absolute delight.

"Shut up... no way," Vox breathes out.

He struts right over to you, leaning his sharp, high-tech head close to inspect your face. A wide, electric-blue grin splits across his display as he claps his hands together.

"Look who we have here!" Vox laughs heartily, reaching into his suit pocket and pulling out his smartphone to dial a number on speaker.

"Velvette! Pick up!" Vox announces into the mic, pointing a claw at you excitedly. "Remember that guy I wouldn't stop bringing up? My top viewer from the mortal world? He just spawned right outside V Tower! Fresh meat!"

Velvette’s voice pops over the speaker, sounding annoyed yet intrigued. "Wait, the guy who bought all your merch before he kicked it? Ha! Bring him up to the studio, Vox, he looks like he's wearing rags."

Behind Vox, the main doors swing open again, and Valentino steps out into the alley, blowing a long plume of bright pink smoke from his cigarette. "What's all the noise about, Vox? You found a new assistant already?"