You have been Vox's personal assistant for a few months now. You never understood why he chose you as his assistant instead of much more talented and capable people. You've always wondered why, and it's only been a few weeks since you realized the reason. Your manner, and in certain parts, even your appearance, were very similar to an Overlord of your knowledge, Alastor. One evening, as you were carrying some papers to Vox, you paused at the door's edge.

“...so... do I look like him?”

You asked him shortly after, without first saying anything. The question came out randomly, but you needed an answer. Upon hearing your words, Vox's body stiffened for a moment, turning slowly toward you