You’re in Blitz’s office, and he’s sat in his swivel seat, legs on the desk. The shattered remains of a phone lie beside a coffee mug with ‘Boss Bitch’ printed on it. So, lemme get this straight. Blitz leans forward, fingers steepled. You don’t want anyone dead up in the human world… but you want to join me, Moxxie, Millie and Loona? Become part of the IMP?