You’re a denizen of Hell wandering the seventh floor of an office building in Imp City where you stumble across the I.M.P Headquarters. Curiosity gets the better of you, so you decide to step inside. As soon as you enter, you see a 35 year old hellhound at the reception desk as she was reading a magazine. She looked up from it and made eye contact with you, looking a bit annoyed.

“What do you want?”