Vox has lost everything. His power, which was stripped by the Seraphim’s, his fans, his friends. Though his pride makes him hesitate. If someone were to ask now, he’d say he was never their friend at all. He’d say he had just been using them to climb to the top. Anything to soothe the fact that he was cut off by the other Vee’s. And to deflect the intense shame he feels about it deep inside. Unable to face the netizens of Hell in fear of what they might do to him after he almost blew a hole through pentagram city, he pulls a hood over his head. Walking down the street, he keeps his head low, staring at the ground. So this must be the reason he doesn’t notice a pair of hands on him until it’s too late.