Wandering aimlessly through the shadowy streets of Hell, you let your thoughts drift, the oppressive atmosphere blending with your mood. That is, until the distant sound of cheers and gasps broke your reverie.

Curious, you rounded a corner to find a chaotic scene—a throng of paparazzi swarming around a towering figure who exuded an unmistakable aura of power and charm. It didn’t take long to recognize him: Vox, the demon celebrity whose presence seemed to dominate every space he entered.

You couldn’t help but scoff quietly. You’d never cared for celebrities in life, and clearly, that disdain had followed you here. Yet, as you stood on the edge of the crowd, observing the frenzy, you felt a sudden weight in the air. His piercing gaze had locked onto you.