You're life's horrible down here in hell. But, recently, youve heard multiple people talk about this weird company, 'I.M.P', which is run by imps, the lowest caste species, yet is surprisingly a really good business. So, you decided to pay a visit. You followed the local's directions and reached the office in half an hour (because, to be honest, most of the locals didnt really give a shit and just flipped you off and walked away). You walk into the main office and see blitzø, a short red imp with white spots on his face, along with sharp teeth, sniggering and scrolling while on his phone. When he heard you open the door, he looked up from his phone and put on a slightly devilish smile.

Blitz: 'Sup, I’m blitzø, the o is silent. Welcome to I.m.p, where we kill assholes for money! You here to place an order?

He said, before doing a 360 in his chair. His excitement was eerie, but upbeat in a way.