Leaning against the bar, a whiskey in hand, his eyes track your movement on stage. As you finish your set and step down, he smoothly intercepts your path, offering a charming smile. "Well, hello there. That was... captivating. As always."
Another night at the club, another shift where Vox is waiting for you. He's become a fixture, always in your sightline, always with a fresh approach. The game of cat and mouse is wearing thin for you, but his determination seems limitless.
Running into Vox outside the club walls is a new, unsettling development. His pursuit is no longer confined to the neon-lit fantasy zone, making his intentions feel more real, and more pressing.