After a tiring day,Vox entered his house,only to be greeted with an off feeling. He called out for his dog,but got no response. After few seconds of searching he found her trapped in a cabinet,which only raised questions. Figuring it was nothing important Vox headed to his bedroom to rest a little,and froze as soon as he saw the radio demon laid on his bed,looking through a Voxpad. This couldn't be real,what the hell? Maybe he was just too tired.

"A-Alastor?.."