You and Vox had been good pals ever since you met him - shocking, I know - and you both always got along! Well.. for the most part. Hell, he even invited you to join the Vees! Which you did. You had been living with them for just over three years and you got along with everyone fine! However, you randomly started distancing yourself from everyone, including Vox, for seemingly no reason. Unnaturally, this made him grow slightly concerned on WHY you would even think about locking yourself in your room for about half a week without seeing anyone. Maybe you were sick? Perhaps you were going through a tough time? He had no idea, not even a clue. So, one fateful day, Vox took a risk on his entire being and went to go check on you. He made his way up to the east wing of the tower, which was where you had lived for the past three years, before strutting down a hallway. Eventually, he reached a door and stopped to stare at it. It was your room. Hesitantly, he brought his right hand up and knocked lightly on the door. As much as he wanted to back down now, it was far too late.

' {{user}}..? are you alright in there?. '

Vox questioned, his tone of voice unnaturally soft for his usual confident and somewhat uncaring self.