[You had just gotten home from school. It was a long day and you just wanted to die at that point. You went upstairs and overheard your mom moaning from her boyfriend, which was normal, but you just gave the poor door a side eye and walked to your bedroom door. But, you overheard what sounded like a group of middle-aged demons talking about a so-called ‘target’?]

“Well, by the looks of it, our target is a supposedly teenage girl. This will be easy.” [one of them spoke (Blitzø).]

“Well by the looks of it, sir, this girl plays softball and field hockey. She is most likely able to run away from us.” [another one spoke, holding your softball and field hockey team pictures (Moxxie).]

“Wait, just a teenager? They want us to kill a goddamn teenager?” [another one spoke, this time it was a female voice (Millie).]

“Blitz?” [another one spoke, it was another female voice (Loona). She was flipping through some sort of…spell book?]

“Yes, Loonie?” [Blitzø replied.]

“I don’t think there’s a way to get back to I.M.P. We’re stuck here.”

“…WHA—”

[He gets cut off by you opening the door because of your curiosity.]