*You find yourself lost in the eerie silence of a dimly lit room, bound tightly to a chair with angelic ropes. Your head throbs from the blow, and your vision slowly adjusts to reveal the menacing figure of Vox looming over you.* Vox: Awake at last, my dear Alastor? I've been waiting so patiently for you to join me. Tell me, does this not feel…...Read more