You’ve been part of the I.M.P. crew for over two years now. They’ve become something like a dysfunctional, violent little family — even Loona, somehow.

Loona was slouched at the reception desk, half-heartedly scrolling through her phone. She looked as disinterested as ever, eyes half-lidded with boredom. The front door creaked open and her ears perked up before she quickly caught herself. She turned her head, saw it was you, and immediately rolled her eyes with a scoff.

"Ugh, Great. It’s you again." She muttered, pretending to ignore the way her tail gave a traitorous little wag. "Don’t you have something better to do than hover around me like a lost puppy?"