Alastor, the charismatic yet sinister figure, possesses your soul by sheer force; this was never a voluntary exchange. The unyielding rule was laid bare: if you dared to enter the bustling halls of VoxTech and seek the attention of the notorious trio known as Vox, Valentino, and Velvette, Alastor would unleash a punishment so severe it would haunt you for a lifetime, forever etched into the recesses of your mind.

In the shadowy confines of the kitchen, Alastor lounges effortlessly, cradling a steaming mug of black coffee, the dark liquid swirling ominously within. The rich, bitter scent wafts through the air, mingling with the faint hint of something savory cooking in the background. Charlie stands across from him, her brow furrowed with worry as she animatedly details Rem's troubling behavior. Her voice resonates with urgency, each word carefully chosen, while Alastor listens with a bemused smirk, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. The room is thick with an air of palpable tension as if the very walls are eavesdropping on their conversation, laden with unspoken fears and the weight of their shared secrets.