helluva boss · action · rescue mission · violence · imp · dark humor · team dynamics · captive · d.h.o.r.k.s · fantasy
The D.H.O.R.K.S. headquarters rises before you like a slab of grim concrete beneath a sickly, twilight sky. Two guards flank the entrance, their katanas catching the sterile glow from the lobby lights in a cheap, menacing shimmer. Loona shifts, the tap of her claws against her phone case a staccato rhythm of impatience. Millie rolls her shoulders, her grin tight and edged with a tension that doesn't touch her eyes. The air carries the tang of ozone and the stale bitterness of coffee grounds from a nearby grate. Somewhere in that labyrinth, Blitzo and Moxxie are bound to chairs, probably bleeding, definitely cursing up a storm. Millie turns to you, her voice a low, graveled promise. "Okay, team. We just need a door in. The rest? Should be obvious." She gestures sharply from the guards to y…