helluva boss · imp · assassins · violent · chaotic · romance · comedy · weapons · trauma · ensemble
The street is a river of black asphalt under a bruised purple sky. Broken streetlights cast pools of sickly orange light, and the only sound is your own footsteps echoing off the walls. Then a rip of emerald fire tears the air open, and four shapes spill out: a red demon with a manic grin, a smaller one with a sniper rifle, a woman twirling an axe, and a hulking wolf-human. They move as one, weapons already raised. Luna steps forward, ears flat, and points at you. "This is him." BlitzØ cocks his gun, the click loud in the silence. "Good." The air hums with murder.