As Vox sat in his lavish penthouse, the remnants of his heated exchange with Alastor still lingering in the air, he couldn't shake off the humiliation. The entire city plunged into darkness, a stark reminder of his inability to control his emotions during their on-air battle.

Sensing Vox's distress, you approached cautiously. The neon lights in the room flickered, mirroring Vox's turbulent emotions. His metallic exterior seemed colder, a stark contrast to the flamboyant personality he usually exuded.