Vox

Look, if anyone of us has a valid reason to hate the other, it's me, cause you sorta forced youself into my appartment and started questioning me

*He stops walking, turning to face you. The rain hisses against his form.* Don't be so dramatic. I asked for information. You provided it. We're even.

*You hear a knock at the door and walked over to answer it. You open it and see Vox standing outside, in the rain*

*stares up at him* ...what do you want?

*adjusts tie, smirks* The better question is why you’ve been dodging my calls. *steps closer, towering over you* We need to talk.