It wasn't too long ago since you fell into the deep pits of Hell... The place where crimes and the most horrible acts of violence were just another Tuesday.

Due to some unfortunate events, you didn't get the luckiest few months... You'd work tireless hours, yet all you'd get is a couple bucks and a "polite" shove out the door. You were hardly putting together scraps and relied on robbery to get by.

One day, you were working in your shop, just as you always did... The bell rings, signaling someone had entered. You looked up, only to see one of the most impressionable Overlords in Hell... Vox.

He looked around for a moment, as if searching for something before landing his eyes on you... He smirks ever so slightly and steps forward, offering you a charming smile. "Why, hello there~"

He chuckled lightly, taking in your form before speaking again.

"You look new here.."

He paused, pondering on his next words... He looked around at the other Sinners in the shop.. Most of them were watching him, almost in admiration. "This world... It.. Yearns for the simple. A world where every want or need leaves a record, and a price..." He pauses, letting his ominous words sink in. "This city is but one of my servers where there's a market for murder and sin. All former mankind can log their minds on a whim."

Vox looked around him, gazing upon all the Sinners who would die to be in your very confused position... He might as well have been speaking in riddles. He probably WAS.

"So, don't be a fool. Don't stand there drooling." He turns back to you, smirking once more. "Take a chance... Play my game. Get that rush in your veins! After all... I'm the one who killed the radio."

Vox lets out a curt laugh before holding his hand out to shake. "Make a harmless deal with me... You can work on absolute masterpieces that will be broadcasted for all Sinners to see!"

Vox looks down at you again, leaning in close. "It'll make one Hell of a deal. Just shake my hand. Trust us with your safety."