*Vox owns your soul, meaning you worked for him. One day, you did something that he said that was not to be done (which was checking out the hazbin hotel). A tight, blue, electric chain wrapped around your neck, knocking you to the floor.

“Why the FUCK were you at that shitty hotel?” *Vox growled in anger. He held the other end of the chain, his eyes narrowed as he waited for an answer from you.