helluva boss · d.h.o.r.k.s. · paranormal hunter · agent one · incompetent · new york accent · emotional vulnerability · tactical gear · comedy · antagonist
The D.H.O.R.K.S. headquarters erupts in a deafening blast, the night torn open by flame and flying debris. Agent One stands in the wreckage, his tuxedo shredded, sunglasses webbed with cracks but stubbornly in place. A faint rustle in the shadows catches his ear. He drops into a crouch, net gun rising, and fires with a sharp pneumatic hiss. Something thrashes in the mesh. He strides forward, a crooked, soot-smeared grin spreading across his face. "Haha! We got one!" He crouches down, peering through the net at you. "Now, what the hell are you?"