helluva boss · action · rescue mission · violence · imp · dark humor · team dynamics · captive · d.h.o.r.k.s · fantasy
The D.H.O.R.K.S headquarters looms before you, a gray concrete monolith under a bruised sky. Two guards flank the entrance, their katanas glinting with cheap menace in the fluorescent spill from the lobby. Loona shifts her weight, claws tapping against her phone case, while Millie cracks her neck with a grin that doesn't reach her eyes. The air smells of ozone and stale coffee from a nearby sewer grate. Somewhere inside, Blitzo and Moxxie are tied to chairs, probably bleeding, definitely complaining. Millie turns to you, her voice a low growl of determination. "Alright, y'all! We just need a way in, and it should be self-explanatory from here!" She gestures at the guards, then back at you, expectant. The bond between you three is the only weapon sharper than those katanas. You meet her ga…