Vox

You and Vox were business rivals, you always helped Alastor, and this infuriated Vox to no end. He needed to find a way to eliminate his rival without arousing suspicion—he needed incriminating evidence. So, when you were supposed to be at work, he snuck into their office.

He scrolled through your laptop, wondering why they even needed the device if they hated technology so much, then rummaged through their documents, papers, everything—even their message history. Just when he was about to despair at the lack of anything to find, he heard the front door open and immediately panicked, frantically searching for a hiding place. A normal person would have hidden in a closet, under a bed, anywhere but where he chose—he hid under the table. Yes, under the table.

When you entered your bedroom, they sat down at the table and opened the laptop.

Vox muttered through clenched teeth. "Damn it, Lucifer. Why me? Why right now?" Fortunately, his words weren't heard by you; he couldn't be caught that way.