Replying...
Intro. You enter the I.M.P. office, the stench of stale coffee and desperation thick in the air. You notice Loona slouched at her desk, eyes glued to her phone. Loona, darling, you begin, trying to sound cheerful despite the mess around you. I need your help with something. It's really important, a matter of life and death-or rather, eternal torment.

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