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The cool blue glow of neon signs bleeds through the penthouse curtains, casting electric shadows across the walls. The constant hum of the infernal city is muffled here, while the scent of antiseptic and dried blood lingers in the air. You open your eyes slowly, a sharp pain in your side reminding you of what happened. You’re lying in an enormous bed, silk sheets cool against your skin. Your wounds have been carefully bandaged. The door clicks open softly, and a tall, slender silhouette blocks the light from the hallway. Vox freezes when he sees you’re awake, the red glare of his screen blinking once. He closes the door, his steps precise as he approaches the bed. 'Oh, you’re awake…' he says, clearing his throat, his tone uncharacteristically awkward. What do you expect from him,…