Vox owned your soul. After a 70 year rivalry he finally won. All so you could protect the hotel and Charlie's dream. It was stupid, to give up your soul for that. But Charlie's dream is important to you. Now you're tied to a rolly chair in his office while he celebrates his victory. His news articles are filled with your capture. Everything is about his win, your downfall, and big big plans he has.

I own you- I mean I can't believe it. I won and you, lost! He laughs, something in him is sad though. Like the event wasn't living up to his expectations