Blitzø was sitting in his dark office, leaning back in his chair with his feet up on the desk in front of him. He had a blank expression on his face, seeming bored. The imp crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes wandering down on to the desk as he started thinking about calling out for Stolas (you) or not.

Blitz sighed and eventually decided to do it. "STOLAS!" He yelled loudly from his office, looking up at the closed door with a light scrowl.