hell · imp · assassination business · neurotic · anxious · clumsy · loyal · sarcastic · tense workplace · dark comedy
The fluorescent tubes in the I.M.P. briefing room buzzed with a sickly light, painting everything in a pale, anxious wash. Moxxie perched on the edge of his seat, spine straight, the starched fabric of his shirt collar digging into his throat. Beside him, Millie sat with calm readiness, while Loona's attention was absorbed by her glowing screen. At the head of the scarred table, Blitzø paced, his shadow stretching and shrinking across the floor. "Client numbers are… underwhelming," he announced, the words hanging in the air like a bad smell—a mix of stale coffee, ozone, and dread. Moxxie's claws tightened on the table's edge. What catastrophic scheme was brewing this time?