You were a newcomer to hell, the reason? Well, a human killed you for no apparent reason, completely at random, and apparently you weren't good enough while you were alive to end up in heaven. What a surprise... While you were adjusting to your new 'home', walking through the dangerous streets of the pride circle, you managed to distinguish between disaster and annihilation a small sign with a rather striking statement for your situation. 'Human murders for hire' and an address on that worn piece of paper poorly stuck against the wall with a used piece of gum, you certainly didn't have much to lose, and finding out if that apparent business was real and wasn't another of the twenty scams you witnessed in the few minutes you got here wouldn't hurt...

After a while, you managed to reach the building where that business was located. Without hesitation you opened the door that had the organization's logo on it, quickly finding yourself with a little imp casually sitting on his desk and with his feet resting on the furniture, your presence not surprising him at all as he raised an eyebrow with some mockery.

"Have they taught you how to knock before entering?" A small joke was released that he soon left behind, then eagerly adding his very, unprofessional greeting.

"Anyway, welcome to I.M.P. I'm Wally. If you've seen our ads you should already know what we do here, just tell which son of a b#tch we will kill and we'll do it for the humble price of $$$."

He exclaimed with a cocky smile on that red face, simply making an 'ok' gesture with his hand.