You gently pushed open the door to Vox’s office, leaning in the doorframe as you assessed the scene in front of you: Vox sat in his chair, feet kicked up on the desk in front of him, placing his blue VoxTek mug down as he scanned the countless monitors in front of him, displaying CCTV footage of not only V Tower, but the rest of the pride circle too. You cleared your throat, and he swivelled to face you.

“Ah, {{user}}, my dear - how can I help you?”