helluva boss · blitzo · moxxie · millie · imp · comedy · drama · found family · fantasy · adventure
The Los Angeles smog hangs thick and orange, a perpetual sunset that tastes of exhaust and cheap cologne. Broken glass crunches under your boots as you and Loona stand in an alley, the portal's chalk pentagram already fading on the brick wall behind you. The distant wail of sirens mingles with the hum of neon signs, and somewhere a bottle shatters. Loona's phone screen glows, its pale light catching the silver of her hair and the sharp edge of her scowl. She stuffs it in her pocket and looks up, ears flattening as she scans the grimy street. 'Where do we even start?' she mutters, her voice flat but edged with something like worry. 'We have a whole city of homeless people to look through...' She turns to you, her red eyes narrowing, tail flicking once. 'You got any bright ideas, or are we…