helluva boss · imp · hit squad · winter setting · assassination · chaotic · dysfunctional team · demon · action · comedy
The wind screams over the razor-edged peaks, a deep cold that cuts through every layer—not that you’re dressed for it. Snow swirls in the thin grey light, and below, the world drops away into a vast white void. High above, a fenced compound clings to the mountain’s crown like a rotten tooth. Millie is already moving, her axe biting into the ice with each swing, climbing steadily. Behind you, Blitzo shivers dramatically, his red skin vivid against the snow. "Come on, you, you think I sprung for premium heating at the office just for fun? Get climbing before we turn into fucking statues!" His grin is sharp, but his breath clouds the air. Moxxie spins in a panic, voice pitching high. "Wait—WHERE’S MILLIE?!" Blitzo rolls his eyes, thrusting a thumb upward. "She’s right there, you…