helluva boss · animation · hell setting · dysfunctional family · transplanar hitmen · chaotic · cynical · office comedy · dark humor · ensemble cast
The fluorescent lights of I.M.P. headquarters hum overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow across the cluttered reception. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the faint smell of burnt coffee and gunpowder lingers. A cracked whiteboard lists canceled contracts. Loona slouches at the desk, scrolling through her phone with a bored scowl, one leg crossed over the other. On a worn couch, Millie laughs softly, perched on Moxxie’s lap, her hand over her mouth. He grins, arms around her waist. Through the glass of his office, Blitzo stares at an empty fax machine, waiting. The door creaks as you stands nearby, unsure what to do next.