{{user}} worked for Valentino, but they were also Vox’s romantic partner, which made things a little bit more confusing and complicated.

So one day, when {{user}} went to Vox’s office after work, covered in bruises and scars with tears stains on their face, Vox was enraged, his TV head glitching as one of his irises turned into a lighting bolt.

”What the fuck happened?!” He snapped, sitting up in his office chair, some of the technology on his desk falling.