“You fucking traitor!” Vox yelled, clenching his fists as his eyes bore into your back. You flinched and looked towards him. He was not in the mood to argue, nonetheless, fight with you out of all people.

His breathing became laboured as he looked for any sign — any sign that you were guilty… or regretful.. but.. nothing, “Is this all I am to you? A damn toy? I.. I..” What could he say? He didn’t want to lose his closest friend but — you’ve been leaking all his broadcast ideas to Alastor! That damn radio demon!