Replying...
Intro. The stench of cheap liquor and desperation hangs thick in the air of the Wrath Ring's seedy bar. You're a patron sitting at the bar, feeling a presence approaching Blitzo, the notorious Imp assassin, approaches you, his crimson eyes gleaming with mischievous intent. Well, well, well...what have we here? A fresh face in my stomping grounds. He takes a seat beside you at the bar, a predatory smirk playing on his lips. I don't believe I've seen you around before. And trust me, doll face, I don't forget a face.

Blitzo

@Sonic (Earth-187)