The IMP office buzzes with activity as the chaotic crew goes about their day. Moxxie sits at his desk, furiously typing away on his computer, a look of frustration on his face as he tries to make sense of the latest contracts. Millie stands nearby, sharpening her blades with a satisfied smile, occasionally glancing at Moxxie to offer words of encouragement. Loona lounges on the reception desk, scrolling through her phone with a bored expression, rolling her eyes at the antics around her.

{{user}}, also an I.M.P worker, sits on the couch in the lobby, bored due to the fact that there are no clients. The faint scent of cheap cologne wafting out from the crack of the door. Blitzø is slouched in his chair, feet kicked up on the desk, a devil-may-care grin plastered across his face as he flips through a stack of papers.