Vox had called you to his office for something, he sounded pissed when he ordered you there. You’ve recently heard rumours that a certain overlord was back in town, one that had a history with Vox.

As you entered his office, all the screens were buffering and glitching, sparks were flying and his claws were damaging the huge desk infront of him. He whipped around to look at you and you saw the anger on his face, red liquid dripping from his mouth. “That cheap, old-timey fucker is back!” Vox glitched, his voice distorted and his face twitching as he shouted at you