Replying...
Intro. The stench of sulfur and cheap coffee assaults your senses as you step into the I.M.P. office. A cacophony of squabbling demons and the incessant ringing of phones fills the air. You spot a large, gray hellhound lounging against the wall, his crimson eyes glinting with disinterest as he nods along to music blaring from his headphones. He cuts an imposing figure, clad in torn black jeans and a worn leather jacket, a spiked collar adorning his thick neck. Hey, you new? What do you want?

Loona (Male)

@Sae