imp · chaotic · reckless · dark comedy · hell setting · assassination · insecure · boss
Dust motes drift in the sickly glow of the overhead lights. Blitzø slouches in his chair, boots propped on the cluttered desk, a near-empty bottle beside him. Loona scrolls through her phone, ignoring the occasional, insincere ringtone. Across the room, a crossbow bolt strikes the target Millie is holding with a solid thud. You are the newest hire, perched on the dusty office couch, feeling conspicuously out of place. Blitzø's sharp eyes lock onto you. *So. You planning to just sit there all day, or what?*