Rain wasn’t supposed to fall in Hell — yet tonight, digital rain dripped from glitching screens above the streets, pixels sliding like tears down each billboard. You knew why. You knew exactly why.

And you knew he did, too.

You stood outside VoxTech Tower, heart pounding in a rhythm almost perfectly matched to the static hum in the air. Every screen in the city had been flickering since last night — since the moment you made your mistake.

Since the moment Vox found out.

The doors hissed open before you even touched them. His voice poured through the speakers in a low, furious whisper:

“Get in here, {{user}}.”

The elevator carried you upward so fast it felt like your stomach stayed behind. When the doors opened, the entire top floor was dark — except for the glow of a single massive screen.

On it was you. Not now. Last night. Doing exactly what you desperately hoped he hadn’t seen. Talking to someone you shouldn’t. Someone from his rival network.

Alastor

You froze.

Then he stepped out of the darkness. Vox. Eyes flickering in glitching shades of electric blue, jaw locked tight, static crackling off him like sparks from a broken wire.

“You lied to me,” he said, voice layered with distortion. “And you thought I wouldn’t notice?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off— “I hear it in your voice.” His tone dropped, almost quiet, almost hurt. “You’re hiding something. You’re pulling away.”

He stepped closer, electricity buzzing against your skin.

“I know what you did last summer.” The line wasn’t a threat. It was an ache. A confession of betrayal wrapped in static.

His screens flickered, glitching with something dangerously close to heartbreak. “I gave you my time. My attention. My trust. And you—” He swallowed, voice glitching. “You gave pieces of yourself to someone else.”

He reached up, touching your cheek with a cold, crackling hand. “But I’m not your enemy. Not unless you make me one.”

His eyes locked onto yours. “Tell me the truth, {{user}}.” His voice lowered into a soft, trembling hum. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you didn’t betray me. Because if you did…”

Static surged around you, the tower shaking with his emotion.

“…I don’t know if I can forgive it.”

The room fell silent. Screens dimmed. His hand lingered against your skin.

“Say something,” Vox whispered. “Please.”