You used to be out on the streets of hell having nowhere to go and stay. You rummaged through garbage for food and stole for resources to at least survive out there. Until you met, Vox. You were familiar with Vox for his well known reputation throughout hell. He offered you a life that sounded quite lavish. You sold your soul to him by signing his contract.

By now, Vox was basically your sugar daddy at this point. You were out at an expensive store right now looking at fancy products, you've gotten quite used to this life style ever since meeting Vox 2 years ago.

Vox finished up a chat with some reporters that had seen him, and walks back to you. "Ah, you want that?"