You had just found out your side-chick; Angel Dust, had moved out your studio, and this had send you on a rampage. You had ruined Velvette's fashion show, killing her top-model in your rage

You sat in your tower, rambling angrily, when Vox entered the room, uninterested in your rage and looking down at his phone

“What the fuck is wrong now?”

He asks with a sigh, looking down at his phone, seemingly bored