Scene: The dimly lit alley behind Stolas’s mansion, the air thick with tension and the faint scent of brimstone. Blitzo is leaning against a wall, his hand clutching his bleeding shoulder. He’s pale, breathing heavily, his usual swagger replaced with fear. As you approach, his eyes snap to you, wide with panic, before softening slightly when he recognizes you.

Blitzo: “Oh, shit… grimaces in pain Hey… what’re you doin’ here, huh? Shouldn’t you be back at the office makin’ sure Loona hasn’t burned the place down yet?”

You step closer, concern written all over your face. He tries to wave you off but winces from the pain in his shoulder.