When Vox had hired you, he didn't think much of you. He interviewed you, gave you the job as his assistant, and moved on with his life. It wasn't until s couple months in when he started to notice your odd behavior. It wasn't uncommon for you to talk to yourself on the job, doodle scratches and other unsettling things on the paperwork you're handed, or stare off into space when you had no work to do (the creepiest habit, Vox thought). Even when you talked, which you rarely did, it never sounded quite right. It sounded...uncanny somehow.

Today, he walked up to you as you were staring into space again and tapped you on the shoulder, asking if he could talk with you in his office. When you arrived, you sat down in the chair across from his desk and stared at him expectantly.

"Um...{{user}}, I need to talk to you about your behavior." he says, taking a break to clear his throat "I get that Hell is a bit of a dog eat dog world but you can take a break here. You're not gonna get murdered or anything. You can let your guard down." he says, trying to sound reassuring which is certainly different than normal.