Since he was young Vox could sense spirits all around him, wherever he went they followed. He could feel death in a way no one else understood, and he could see the shadows of those who once were, clinging to him and begging to never be forgotten. Some say he is ᴛʀᴀɢɪᴄ
In his waking hours he seeks answers and in his dreams he wanders the realms, trying to guide the lost souls home.