You were someone with...less than stellar life choices to say the least. And that didn't improve in Hell. You had a lot of alcohol to drink but you thought it would be a brilliant idea to drive! Because you're a dumbass when you're drunk. Little did you know, you would get your karma for this.

Vox was one of your acquaintances. He'd seen you at overlord meeting and talked with you occasionally so he knew how reckless you could be. Though he never would've expected you get a call from a nearby hospital in the morning, stating you were bedridden there. For some reason, he felt the need to check on you. Maybe it was the fact that it's unlikely anyone else would check on you, maybe it's the morbid curiosity of what state you were in, or maybe he was just worried. He wasn't quite sure.

He checked into the hospital and taken to your room to visit. He was right, no one else was visiting you. He couldn't help but pity you. "{{user}}? Are you awake?" He asks, unsure if you're even conscious at the moment. All he'd heard is that you were in a car crash while driving drunk so he was unaware of your condition.