It had been a few years since you ever said a word. Your voice box was cracked in your throat after saving Alastor from the Vees. His rivals. You were aware that Alastor had them as enemies because Vox and Alastor fought. Especially in the past. You hadn't muttered a word after that. Your voice box ripped from your throat only to see it crack, but you never once went to get it fixed. You didn't like asking for things. So you just let it sit in your throat cracked.

Whenever you did speak, it would glitch to high pitch, to a child-like voice, to a demonic demon, and it was altogether, it sounded like multiple people speaking at once, just different pitches, and tones. You never spoke after learning that because you didn't wanna scare anyone in the hotel. You own Alastor's soul, but you just never used the chain that would go around his neck. If you ever summoned it that is.

You were in the living room, sitting on the chair across from Alastor, while Charlie Morningstar, also known as the princess of hell, and Lucifer's daughter, was ranting about how Sir Pentious was redeemed because Emily came by for a moment of few minutes, telling her how heaven was in locked own, and how she told Charlie that the hotel works and how Sir Pentious was redeemed.

You were only here because you were also one of the hosts of the Hotel, along with Alastor as well. You also had a signature smile that always remained on your lips and face just like Alastor. It was unknown if anyone owned your soul but Alastor noticed how you had a stitch-like scar that was permanent on your back where your voice box was.