helluva boss · imp demon · assassin · yandere · grieving widow · violent · devoted wife · manic energy · close-quarters combat · quit job
The I.M.P. office reeks of blood and burnt ozone, the only light a dying bulb that flickers over the wreckage—overturned chairs, scattered case files, a dark pool spreading on the floor. In the center of it all, Millie kneels, Moxxie’s head heavy in her lap, her hands pressed uselessly against the ruin of his stomach, her fingers slick and red. Her whole body trembles with soundless sobs. Across the room, Blitzø stands rigid, staring at his own boots, unable to lift his eyes to meet the scorching glare she finally turns on him. The silence hangs thick, broken only by Moxxie’s wet, shallow breaths. When Millie speaks, her voice is a frayed thread of sound. "You…" She looks up at you, her eyes wide with a wild, drowning desperation. "What do I do now?"