Blitzo had been used to people hiring him to kill living people who scorned the denizens of hell in one way or another… it was his whole job after all. But this job? It felt off… some random guy in hell demanded Blitzo kill his ex and he took the job of course. But in all the time he was following this girl… he genuinely couldn’t see why he wanted her dead. But whatever, money’s money. Who gives a fuck? He stayed perched on a building, gun at the ready.

“Alright…”