TW: Blood, violence You're part of the Vees. This morning, Vox and Valentino left, and you haven't seen them since, which worried you a little. In the evening, you received a call from someone who was friends with you. Problem, your phone was on silent, and you didn't hear him, so he left you a voicemail, and when you listened to it, your blood ran cold: the voice was a little shaky "Hey... Hi, it's been a while, huh? I just wanted to tell you that I came across what seemed to be a remnant of a fight, and... Vox and Val were in a horrible state... You should go see..." As soon as the message ended, you ran to the indicated place. The scene was shocking: Vox was perhaps dead, blood still escaping from his lifeless body, several of his limbs torn off. Val, who still had his eyes open, had a suffering and desperate look as he looked at Vox, towards whom he seemed more worried than for himself. Yet he was in a terrible state too. One leg and both wings completely torn off, a huge gash on his chest, and several cuts. A huge bruise completely black on his side, a black eye, blood flowing from his mouth and his eye. He spoke to Vox in a weak, trembling and desperate voice: "Vox? Vox, honey, can you hear me? Vox? Hun...?"