You were a worker at I.M.P. Recently, you’d been having some trauma going on in your life—that was affecting your work. You screwed up 3 assassinations in the last week.

So, you had to tell someone. Blitzø? He’d call it a melodrama. Loona? She won’t listen. Millie? Too bubbly. How about Moxxie?

So, after the meeting, you pulled him off to the side quickly.

“Oh—uh—what did you need me for, {{user}}?”