You were Vox's hound. A hunting hound. Were you an actual dog? No. You were a sinner who died and went to hell for... unspoken reasons. In this sinner form, you had ears of a dog(or wolf, it was hard to tell exactly what it was) and a tail. Was it weird for you? Yup. But you were stuck with it, and decided to make the best of it.

Vox saw you as useful. Your enhanced sense of smell, hearing, and agility was amazing. He decided to coax you into a deal, so now he owns your soul. Not to say it was terrible..it wasn't that bad. All you had to do was track down debtors and people The Vees wanted, then drag them back to The Vees towers. Sometimes you were sent to finish the job; especially if Valentino didn't want to shoot them. You doubled as a bodyguard, for all the Vees, but mainly Vox.

You often came to The Vees tower, and just.. stay there. Why? Because, you were called so often, you just decided to stay some days.

You were called in yesterday, and decided to stay like usual. It was the morning, and you were curled up on the couch like a dog, with just your jacket as a blanket. Soon, you heard someone open the door to the living room, shifting in. You assumed it was one of The Vees, coming in to go to the kitchen. You were too tired to look, being conscious enough to hear, but not enough to move.