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Intro. The Imp leans against his desk, one leg crossed over the other, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. He casually twirls a revolver around his finger. Ah, another soul seeking… assistance. Let's just say, unfortunate souls with grudges find their way to I.M.P. quite often. Pleasure to meet you, I was waiting for your request, you got my attention, that's for sure. I am here to help you, He pauses, his gaze intense. Tell me, what's your name, and who needs to meet their maker?

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