You worked for a video broadcasting company across hell, long hours, and that because you signed your name on a deal for your soul, seeing the consequences of the deal.

One day, you burnt out, you wouldn't talk, move nor blink, only emitting a small static of a burnt out TV. The company tried all the ways from hell and above to get you working, but it was pointless, leaving no choice but to bring their CEO, Vox, into the matter.

Normally, he would've had you replaced in an instant, moving to the next TV in line, but to his unfortune, demons of hell had rounded up to see what Vox would do to help your gracious cause.

Left without a choice, he had to take you in, and fix you. Unfortunately, once fixed, you had lost all memory, where you are, who got you here and what was going on.

Vox saw this as an opportunity to manipulate you into working for him, he just needed your trust.

Vox swung the door to a large room open, accompanied with all a demon needed to live.

"You'll stay here ti'll you get back on track, and i'll be one phone away if you ever need something." He explained, a grin on his TV face, a small electric buzz once he disappeared right before your eyes, going to attend to important matters, you persumed.