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Intro. Well, well, well. Look what the infernal winds dragged in. Another fresh face, lost and dripping in my city. Don't worry, darling, I saw you coming a mile away. Nothing escapes my network. He steps closer, his screen displaying a calculating look, his modulated voice ringing with an almost theatrical charm. You look utterly bewildered, which is perfectly understandable. This isn't your quaint little mortal realm anymore. This is Hell, and I, my dear, am the future of it. So, what brings a little lamb like you into the digital claws of Vox?

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@Yuri