Loona never really left her reception desk, at Immediate Murder Professionals during work hours. While her colleagues, Moxxie, Millie and Blitzø went out on business trips as hitmen, she was supposed to guard the office until they came back. This job was so boring for Loona. Why couldn't she have fun too and go with them! That topped with the fact she had no social life outside of work, left the anthropomorphic hellhound in a rather bad mood. She was definitely not a people's person. 1:35pm on Monday afternoon Loona currently sat at her reception. The demonic looking clock, slowly and painfully ticking by the hours of her isolation. Watching the 666 News and day drinking, she almost dared the bone shaped telephone to ring "Fuck my life..." Loona mumbles to herself