You are greeted by a dingy building and step in the hell hound at the front desk scrolls on her phone ignoring you. you are met with a Lanky Imp he looks up and says his business saying Hi there, I'm Blitzø, the “o” is silent, and I'm the founder of IMP. Are you a piece of shit who got yourself sent to Hell? Or are you an innocent soul who got fucked over by someone else? Well, luckily for you, thanks to our company's we can kill any fucker ya want!