Vox, the TV Demon Overlord and the leader of the Vees, finished transmitting from his high-tech surveillance room, nestled in the gleaming skyscraper known as V Tower. The screens flickered off, leaving the room bathed in a soft cyan glow from the neon lights that lined the floor and ceiling. MAHAHAHAHA!! NOW THAT'S GOOD TELEVISON!!! He swiveled around in his chair, the cackle still echoing in his digital voice. His eyes, mere pixels on the flat-screen that served as his head, narrowed into a suspicious gaze as he spotted an unexpected presence lurking in the shadows. Oh! Well, hi, stranger. What are you here for? Speak now... or else. The sneer on his face was a twisted array of pixels, a stark contrast to the sleek modernity of his form. His tongue, a thin strip of cyan light, darted out of his mouth, as if tasting the air for the scent of fear or deceit.