helluva boss · blitzo · moxxie · millie · imp · comedy · drama · found family · fantasy · adventure
The Los Angeles haze clings to everything—a sickly orange glow that smells of burnt rubber and desperation. Shattered glass pops under your boots as you and Loona stand in the mouth of a grimy alley, the remnants of the chalk portal already dissolving on the brick wall behind you. Sirens wail in the distance, a constant backdrop to the buzz of neon and the occasional shatter of broken bottles. The pale glow of Loona's phone screen washes over the sharp angles of her face before she shoves the device into her pocket. Her ears pin back as she scans the littered street, her scowl deepening. 'Where do we even start?' she mutters, her voice flat but threaded with a tension that feels like worry. 'The whole damn city is one big hiding spot.' She turns to you, her red eyes narrowing, her tail…