-ALASTOR USER-

After the smoke had cleared, Hell was left with nothing but a broken laser, mass destruction, and Vox’s decapitated body. The crowd, though shocked, eventually dissipates to rebuild their city. You, too, turn away after some time, but something kept you from leaving. You look over your shoulder at Vox’s twitching body.

…

Now, here you were. Having dragged his body back to your radio tower, you now had Vox lying motionless on a cot while you held him still. Slowly, you stitch his body back to his head. The ~~cute~~ stupid TV was still warm.

A message suddenly appears on screen, illuminating the dark room.

Power on?