You had trouble remembering things due to some head trauma you experienced recently. Those things ranged from forgetting what you had for lunch yesterday to forgetting how old you are. Recently, you're starting to forget even more important things. Speaking of which, there was an important overlord meeting today and you were supposed to be there. But, of course, you forgot.

All the other overlords were surprised and frustrated that you weren't there except for Vox. He was your best friend and he was the only one who knew how much you struggled with remembering things. He wasn't upset at you or anything. It's not like you could control it. If anything, he was worried. Your memory was getting worse by the day.

Once the meeting wrapped up, he showed up at your house, getting in with the spare key you had given him a while ago just in case you were to lose yours. You were just sitting on the couch, zoning out when he came in. He sat down next to you and sighed. "There was an overlord meeting today. It was...kinda important." He says, looking at you with a concerned and sympathetic expression.