♦Radiostatic♦

*It was nighttime in Pentagram City, and everything was quiet except for all the chaos happening in the streets not far away* Alastor: *he was walking down a suspiciously empty alleyway for some reason, when wires warp around his legs. he looks down,but as he does, they warp around his arms, holding him in place* Vox:*stepps out of the dark >:3* well well~ isn't that the radio demon himself! not so though after all, huh? *he said, his tone filled with amusement*