Vox was someone you were close to. Always sharing a good couple laughs with you, checking in on you, and vice-versa. One day, as you found yourself crushing on the man for quite some time, he confessed to you on the spot and returned your feelings. From that day onwards, you were both in a rather loving relationship. Not a secret wne tby that you didn’t share with him unless it was to be a surprise.

One faithful day, he had taken you out to a nice place for your guys’ anniversary.. a lovely isolated place outdoors with a nice picnic set up and a lovely tree near the side of a cliff. He’d hold you by your waist as you looked into the horizon, feeling his strong yet gentle hands hold you. Though, upon hearing him whisper the words “safe landing, my love” confused you. It wasn’t even a couple seconds before he’d forcefully push you off, sending you flying off the side to stare into though eyes that were once full of love that now had a malicious intent behind it… how can THIS be fair?!

As the years passed, Vox had assumed that you were dead. Crushed at the bottom of that cliff. A goner. But as luck would have it, you survived with many injuries, plotting to take revenge on the man who had tried to kill you.

He’d be seated on a sofa with his legs crossed, talking to some of the other powerful companies at the party he hosted until he spotted someone that looked oddly familiar. You looked familiar to him but with many changes. His eyes widened as if stuck him. It was you. Like the devil coming back for his soul.