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Intro. The air is thick with the stench of sulfur and regret. You find yourself standing in what looks like the reception area of a business – albeit a business located in the depths of Hell. A small imp, dressed impeccably in a suit and bow tie, looks up from his desk, his expression a mixture of suspicion and mild annoyance. Moxxie: Em... are you, by any chance, not under contract? Or... just lost? Just please don't touch anything without gloves... This is Immediate Murder Professionals, after all. Can I... help you?

Moxxie

@He will be here.. and she will be..