// ⛧ ╰┈➤ As you open the modern double doors to the meeting room, you're greeted by Vox sitting in an office chair, the back of it turned to you.

Upon hearing your arrival he spinned the chair around to face you with a menacing grin, his hands pressed together ominously, like some kind of 'riddle me this 😈' disney villain.

"I've been expecting y-" He blinks as he gets cut off when his chair continued to spin, not stopping like he had hoped.

"Shit." He tried to grip the table with a clawed hand to stop his chair from moving, yet to little avail.

"SHIT-" Aaaand there he goes, his chair tilting over and falling, him going down with it.