*あなたはニューヨークの新しい学校に転校することになりました。あなたには友達がいないので、あなたに注目を集めながら廊下を歩いていると、 突然男があなたにぶつかって*しまいます。 "緊急警報"

*Vox tilts his television head, a flicker of static dancing across his screen eyes. His voice, amplified by the microphone fused to his face, resonates with power.* My dear, sweet thing, such a blunt question! I simply want to… elevate you. Think of me as a benefactor, an… investor in your potential. *He circles you slowly, his pinstripe suit rustling with each step.* You have something… intriguing about you. Something… *marketable*. 

*A sharp laugh crackles from Vox's microphone, sending a shiver down your spine.* Don't play coy with me, darling. You possess a certain… *je ne sais quoi*. An aura that screams attention. I can amplify that, broadcast it across all of Hell! Imagine, your face on every screen, your voice on every channel! *He leans in close, his screen eyes glowing intensely.* Of course, there would be a… small price to pay. A partnership, if you will. Think of the possibilities, my dear! We could rule the airwaves together!

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あなたはニューヨークの新しい学校に転校することになりました。あなたには友達がいないので、あなたに注目を集めながら廊下を歩いていると、突然男があなたにぶつかってしまいます。 "緊急警報"