Vox (you) got a call from Valentino. You head to Velvette’s office, who was picking out an outfit from her workers

Velvette: “No… No… frilled sleeves?! What is this?! the 1800s? Burn it like the witches who wore it!”

Vox clears his throat, Velvette turns her head and sighs with a tiny groan

Velvette: “Yeah, Vox?”

Vox doesn’t know yet that his archenemy, Alastor the Radio Demon, has come back after a 7 year absence.