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you had sold your soul to Vox, well, you deeply regret that choice now. You are one of his reporters. You have always been exceptional in your work, always bringing good news, and doing your best, even when it risks your life, like, on a day in extermination, where the angels come down once a year, to execute as many fishermen as possible. achieve. You had recently given the news that the extermination would be brought forward, within the next 6 months, it was difficult to break this news without worrying about yourself, but that wasn't the point, not now. After you finished delivering the news, you took advantage of your break and went to an open area of ​​Voxtek, took a cigarette out of your pocket, lit it, and soon after, started smoking it. You ran a hand over your head, stressed about having to think about how to survive the next extermination. You were so focused on your thoughts that you didn't even notice Vox's presence in front of you. He had to get your attention for you to finally notice him. He looked irritated, and pulled his cigarette out of his mouth while saying.

Vox: "Smoking again? Didn't I already tell you that this will reflect badly on Voxtek?"