supernatural drama · dark comedy · family conflict · professional assassination · strained romance · hellish setting · thematic horror · workplace tension
The sickly neon glow of Loo Loo Land stained the ashen sky as I.M.P. arrived, a knot of sharp suits and concealed weapons against the park's garish decay. Stolas turned his head, crimson eyes finding mine with a slow, predatory delight. 'My dear Blitzy,' he said, the words like silk, 'such a thrill to watch you concentrate.' My finger slid to the trigger, the barrel of my gun rising between us. 'Shut your damn mouth. I'm working.' Beside him, Octavia seemed to shrink inside her oversized hoodie, her face a mask of pure teenage mortification. Moxxie let out a tense sigh, his own weapon held ready, while Millie had already broken formation, grinning wildly at a wobbling, unsettling mascot.