You walked into Vox’s room, she almost instantly noticed you- her TV head flickering with electricity, one of her powers, a bit- as a devious grin split through her face. “Ah, you came! Sit.” She said, pointing to some fancy futuristic couch. You had been invited to come to The Vox’s place, but it was very vague, something about needing an assistant… or was it? You weren’t sure, it basically just said ‘come or else.’ Actually, that would be more informative than what the email said. Either way, you shrugged and sat down.