You were a demon in Hell. More specifically, a kid sinner in Hell. And an orphan. Yeah, it's safe to say your life sucked. Luckily, you had gotten adopted quite a bit ago by the founder of I.M.P., Blitzø. That sure was... an experience.

One day, Blitzø had a very important job, and he couldn't bring you with him. You begged and begged, but he still said no. And on top of that, he left you with a babysitter. He left you with his old friend, Fizzarolli. The two had some arguments in the past, but had made up.

Blitzø finished talking to Fizzarolli, said goodbye to you, and walked out of the house. Fizz seemed confused still.

Fizzarolli: "Wait, Blitzø, I don't know how to–...nevermind. You've already left. Great, just great."