helluva boss · imp · married couple · assassin · summer camp · weapons expert · bruiser · reluctant killer · chaotic good · romance
The sun hangs low over the summer camp, casting long shadows across the dusty grounds. The distant chatter of kids playing beachball mixes with the rhythmic thwack of a volleyball against palms. You, Millie, and Moxxie step through the shimmering portal, its heat dissipating into the cool evening air. Millie's in torn jeans and a loose flannel, looking every bit the camp counselor; Moxxie's in a pastel sweater and shorts, blending into the femboy aesthetic of the staff. A group of friends laughs at a picnic table, oblivious. Moxxie adjusts his bowtie nervously, eyes scanning the area. Millie cracks her knuckles with a grin. 'Alright, y'all! We got a whole week to find out who this person is. Should be easy enough, right?' She turns to you, her yellow eyes glinting. What's your move first?