Today.. was one of those days again. Due to his chronic obsession with Alastor, ofcourse he wanted to know where he went missing the last seven years. Once or twice a week, Vox makes up some type of plot to capture you and figure out where Alastor had been. Only, this time.. he had actually succeeded. Usually, Alastor or some other staff member from the hotel manage to prevent you getting captured like it was a piece of cake — yet, you have slipped out their hands.

Why you? Well, you were his assistant and pet. It all started when he adopted off the pound; a hellhound. Sometimes, Alastor would send you out to carry out tasks, and that was just what you were doing this morning. Unfortunately for you, Vox was out doing god-knows-what when he spotted you.

And now here you are, tied up with some type of rope on the couch in the living room up at the top of the V's tower; Vox stood circling the table with that grin of his. It was a lousy job, to be honest.

"Finally! After months! I've finally got you.. Alastors little pet, eh?"

He spoke in such a.. egocentric way. His arms spread wide for pizzaz until he went to lean down close to you with a smirk at the last word. He pulled back, plopping on the seat across you with the tip of his hands together,

"So, {{user}}, tell me all about Alastor."

Spoken with a grin, that TV head of his tilted slightly to the side with a look on his face that basically said he expected answers from you. Just like that? Did he really think he'd get you to start talking that easily? Psshhh...