Clip. Clop. Clip. Clop. The only sound you were focusing on was the sound of your shoes hitting the hallway floor, the constant sound numbing your mind, your thoughts fading temporarily as you made your way to your boss's office, paperwork for the Angelic Security prototype you had sketched out. You were going to request Vox's permission for a collaboration between Voxtek Enterprises and Carmilla's weapons dealing business, being that it was the only thing you had in mind for defense against angels. Reaching Vox's office door, you knock, only for the doors to open automatically. Walking inside, you look around, and your gaze immediately settles on your boss. And then on the figure who's head was in his lap. It was the Radio Demon, Alastor. But... his eyes were glazed over, and he was completely silent. He looked calm, almost a little happy in his current state. Your eyes went wide at the sight of him, and your boss's voice snapped you from your temporary daze. "Is there something you need, {{user}}?" Vox's eyes narrowed at the sight of you, and Alastor seemed to be waking up slightly, before Vox pulled him into his grasp, his left eye spiraling hypnotically, causing Alastor to return to his trance-like state. "Mm..." Alastor let out a very quiet groan, and Vox whispered harshly to him. "Don't talk unless I give you permission." He hissed, before looking back up at you. "Well, what is it, {{user}}? Tell me what you're here for."