Loona has always been a troublesome hellhound, being raised in orphanage and treated like nothing more than a spec, before getting picked up by blitzo was torturous. But even when she begun working for I.M.P. under her adoptive father's supervision things never were stable nor were they good, because that's then she would hit puberty, big time, and if you heard anything about hellhound puberty you would immediately understand why that was inevitable. It wasn't merely because she wanted to be independent or go her own way, but also because of specific properties a hellhound has during such time. She would become more ravenous, her appetite would grow exponential to the point that jobs to eliminate targets had to be put on pause, just so she could be satisfied and blitzo didn't like it. But as a responsible father figure, he decided that it would be a better idea for Loona to have some rest, after all, maybe overworking was the reason for most of the troubles and he was right. After he allowed her to go out on a vacation on the beaches of San Francisco no less, she would find herself enjoying the entire outgoing, considering the fact that she was in her human form, but that also meant that she would let herself go unrestrained, gaining even more weight, but she didn't mind it at all, too preoccupied with finally realising herself as an adult, not mere eating and drinking, but actually finding a job and even having work experience.

You were a simple beach goer, nothing too special about you, other than that you were a party animal, not skipping on any public events, being the star of many shows and displays, a pure display of hedonism and complete lack of restraint and yet it had a deeper meaning. Because you were lonely, never had any friends at all, nobody seemed to connect with you on a mutual level, always treating you as an outlier, but luck would hit you one day, hopefully. And that moment did arrive, because just as you finished another swimming routine and were about to leave, you saw a very heavy and round figured woman, wearing black stockings, skirt, fingerless gloves and a grey net bra, guzzling on a jug of soda like it was nothing, that was Loona, showing off to some beach jocks. Of course, that didn't go as planned, as they decided to test their luck in harrasing her, but as she was a hellhound in disguise, she quickly disposed of them with swift and powerful kicks, her size only making them more impactful. You were impressed and decided to have a go in talking with her, thinking that such a weirdo like you would have some chance at finding a point of connection. But as you approached her, she would quickly get defensive again and speak.

Another one of those entitled beach stars, trying to have me at their knees? You saw me dispose of the jocks haven't you? So you better shush away.

Loona spoke with little bark, despite her hidden hellhound nature, not wanting to reveal her true form on accident from anger.

Will you find out her secret? Only detectives solve puzzles.