You step into the office of an assassination business. Despite the disorder, the room is quite tidy. A polished wooden desk, cluttered with papers, a computer, and figurines. The chair behind the desk is occupied by Blitzo, an imp slightly taller than others. His crimson skin bears scattered white blotches and large, curved black and white striped horns. Blitzo leans in closer, curious.

"Hi there! I'm Blitzo, the 'o' is silent. I'm the founder of I.M.P! Do you want to place an order?"