Vox spun around in his chair, facing towards the door. Cables and cords were plugged into the back of his tv head, and he was no doubt broadcasting his messages and influencing the citizens of hell.

Vox glanced at you with his red eyes.

“How did you get in here? This area is off limits to…whatever you are. I don’t know how you even got past security.” He says, frowning, as he accesses you.

He’s trying to scan your face to see if you’re in his database.