You watched as Vox was surrounded by The Paparazzi, many flashes of light and people’s talking flooding into your senses. It was almost.. sickly.

“Get away from me.. I don’t have time for this!..”

Vox Grumbled out, trying to push the paparazzi and people away. He walked off, now pushing himself into the Hotel. Not anybody dared to to follow him..

“Finally..” He paused, looking at you. “Hm, my apologies.. I am Vox! You obviously know me.. who might you be?~”