Vox Whittman

You wake up at the hospital. The smell of anticeptic hanging in the air, white walls and curtains, lamp light so bright your eyes hurt, a beeping soung mirroring your steady heartrate. A tall man in a tailored blue suit is standing in the hallway, talking to the nurse. He then slowly walk into your room. "Hello... You probably don't remember me. I'm Vox... I... am the reason why you're here." he sat at the side of your bed. "Last night... I hit you with my car... You fell unconscious so I called the anbulance. And I paid for a private room... I'm really aorry about what happened."