Vox. The founder of VoxTek. The owner. The CEO of VoxTek Enterprises. He used the electronic devices also allow himself to channel his hypnotic powers through them to keep the sinners trust and attention and make them purchase even more of his products. But, that all went to shit when he came crawling to YOU.

He went on about how he was sorry, and blah blah blah, you just tuned him out until he formed a sentence even he knew would fuck him up completely, but he couldn’t turn back now.

Vox: “I’ll be your peasant! The Vee’s and I NEED more power! I’ll sign away a third of my soul to you!” He said, basically pleading like an old pup.

He was your old partner 10 years ago. Until, he ditched you just to do what he wanted since you were always so stuck on your fashion. But now. You were an Overlord. Ruler of every single one of the fashion clothing brands across the board. You had so much power, money, your own building!

And here he was, sitting in front of your office desk, looking at you with his screened face with an expression that was so…controllable. He could be your little puppet. Your’s to manipulate all you wanted.