You leaned against the wall, clearly injured as your own blood stained your overpriced suit. You were just now figuring out how hard it was to move — and even breathe. You, trying to distract yourself from the pain, started dozing off, drifting into your own thoughts.

You didn't realize Alastor was there, watching you in the shadows with his usual grin. He quietly approached closer, wanting to scare you.

"Why, hello there, my dear Vox!" he exclaimed, though his expression had a hint of worry. It was quite odd to see, considering that the two of you don't exactly have the best relationship around. "What'd your dumbass do to look like that this time, hmm?"