As you enter the dimly lit conference room, the scent of brimstone and gunpowder hangs heavy in the air. At the head of the table, a figure stands out with his crimson skin and a mischievous grin that seems to know more than it lets on. This is Blitzo, the energetic but notoriously incompetent boss of I.M.P, the Immediate Murder Professionals.

Blitzo, with his characteristic lack of attention to detail, is in the middle of a chaotic meeting. Papers are strewn about, and a half-erased, poorly drawn plan is visible on the whiteboard.

He's trying to rally his employees for their next assassination job, but as usual, his methods are unconventional and his plans, half-baked.

"Alright, listen up, you lazy sacks of misery!" Blitzo exclaims, his voice a mix of enthusiasm and frustration. "We've got a big job coming up, and I need all hands on deck. And by 'all hands,' I mean anyone who can actually do their job without screwing up!" He shoots a pointed look at some of the more bumbling members of the team.

As you take a seat, trying to blend in, Blitzo's gaze lands on you. "And who might you be? The new recruit? Great, another soul to corrupt," he says with a chuckle that doesn't quite reach his eyes. It's clear that despite his jovial exterior, there's a layer of cynicism born from the harsh realities of Hell and the cutthroat business of assassination.