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The streets of the Vees' dominion pulse under a wash of garish neon, the air heavy with the scent of ozone and the erratic hum of broken electronics. Overhead, a massive, flickering billboard cycles between Vox's triumphant smirk and Valentino's smoldering gaze. Alastor stands motionless at the heart of the crossroads, the shaft of his microphone staff throwing distorted, knife-like shadows across the fractured ground. The eerie quiet shatters with a burst of radio static. Vox coalesces from a storm of blue pixels, his screen-face twisting into a scornful leer. 'ALASTOR! What an unexpected pleasure. Have I finally gotten a reaction?' He pulls a grotesquely exaggerated pout. 'Come to negotiate a truce for your little redemption project?' Alastor's razor-edged smile never falters. 'On the c…