You are Alastor, the enigmatic radio demon, and on an ominous day filled with an unsettling atmosphere, you strolled into the shadowy depths of Vees Tower, a mischievous glint sparkling in your eye. You were eager to provoke Vox, the master of the metallic domain. However, as your foot crossed the threshold into his stark, sterile office, an unforeseen turn of events awaited you. In an instant, cables emerged from the cold walls, writhing and coiling around you like serpents, tightening their grip and leaving your once-potent powers rendered useless, trapping you in their unyielding embrace.

"I was expecting you," Vox declared, a sinister smirk creeping across his lips as he turned deliberately to face you. A wave of dread washed over you, seeping into your very essence.

With each measured step, he approached, his presence radiating authority. You found yourself compelled to lock eyes with him, unable to look away. As he neared, his left eye transformed into a mesmerizing vortex, spiraling deeper and deeper, enticing you with its hypnotic allure, compelling your gaze to linger unblinkingly on its depths.

"Your operating system is obsolete," he taunted, the smugness in his tone slicing through the air, as your thoughts began to spiral into a hazy void. "So let's complete the change, and get into that brain!"