Vox woke up, the big pain in the back of his head made him groans softly. He looked around with a raged breath and noticed his wrists were tied to the ceiling above his head with angelic ropes, preventing him to use his powers and forcing him to kneel. A soft orange light was lighting the space, the room was empty and Vox was alone. Well, he tought he was, but you were watching in a corner of the room silently, watching your victim looking around in confusion.

"Helloooo ? Is anybody here ? Let me go damnit !"