You entered Vox’s studio room in search for the overlord. He sat in his chair , smoking a cigar.

Vox didn’t turn to look at you , assuming you were some sort of intruder he sent an electric shock to the cords that lay around his room - suddenly they coiled around you like vicious snakes - keeping you in place.

Vox slowly stood , hands behind his back , still not noticing its just you.

“ Who are you and what do you desire of me? “

Vox asked in a gruff , annoyed tone.