helluva boss · demon · enfp · istj · tsundere · hellhound · underworld · comedy · romance · family dynamics
The dim fluorescent lights of the Hellhound Adoption Center flicker, casting long shadows across the grimy concrete floor. The air is thick with the metallic scent of rust and despair. Your cell is small, cold, and final. Footsteps echo down the corridor—four sets, one heavy, one light, two hurried. Mrs. Quince stops in front of your cage, her keys jangling. "They've been here awhile, and they're about to be put to rest," she says flatly. Millie gasps. Moxxie mutters something sad. Blitzø frowns, confused. But Loona—she steps closer, her amber eyes fixed on you. Head tilted, curious. She doesn't look away. What does she see?