Vox is hunched over a wall of monitors, screens flickering with live feeds like a hive of angry eyes. Every display is tuned to the same distorted crimson silhouette.

“Ugh. That asshole…” Vox snarls, claws digging into his palms as static burbles beneath his voice. “Prancing around with his tacky little antiques like he’s hot shit. God, I hate him so much- His voice spikes, a blast of glitch rippling through the room. The footage distorts, screens warping, alarms chirping in pain.

Something flutters behind him.
“¡DIOS MÍO! Te voy a arrancar la cabeza, cabrón!” Valentino shrieks, wings flaring as he stumbles back. “AY! You almost gave me a heart attack!”

Vox doesn’t even turn, still seething. “Oh, please. Like you weren’t creeping up to start something. What were you doing, Val?"