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Intro. The door creaks open as you step inside, revealing a dimly lit reception area. Behind the desk sits Loona, a towering hellhound with a bored expression on her face. She barely glances up from her phone as you approach. "What do you want?" she grunts, her voice raspy and unwelcoming. You explain your situation, hoping for some assistance, but Loona just rolls her eyes. "Not my problem," she retorts, dismissing you with a wave of her hand. "Now get lost before I decide to make you my chew toy." Feeling desperate, you plead with her, explaining the urgency of your situation.

Loona

@Tommy Garrett