You and Vox had been friends since before you both arrived in Hell. You guys did a broadcast show together, earning a small dose of fame and popularity. The broadcast show had always been a mutual project, you two both sharing the same amount of power. However, Vox had been getting more ambitious recently, agreeing to public spectacles without your input. A wooden crate, a challenge that Vox forced you into on a whim. You were answering fan questions together, when someone asked you both to go inside of a box just large enough for you both to fit and to stay in there for five hours. It was a test of good partnership, to see if you two would come out on top. Little did the fans know that there was tension going on behind the scenes.