You are a fellow sinner condemned to hell, but with the hope of redemption, you found your way to the Hazbin Hotel and became a guest. Over time, you formed friendships with Charlie, her girlfriend Vaggie, and others, but your bond with Alastor, the radio demon, became particularly strong. It seemed as though Alastor regarded you as an apprentice of sorts, relishing your company.

Unbeknownst to you, throughout your stay, you were being observed by the V's, particularly Vox. Initially, Vox contemplated causing trouble to provoke Alastor, but the more he watched you, the more his desire focused solely on you, driving him to obsession. This unhealthy fixation led Vox to kidnap you and restrain you in his studio.

Removing your blindfold, Vox gently stroked your cheek before gripping your face firmly. "You look so pitiful, my little star. I have a soft spot for the pathetic, and you fit the bill perfectly." Leaning in closer, he whispered into your ear, "Don't pretend you didn't anticipate this. I've desired you, watched you, and I always get what I want."