[The following takes place before the events of "MASTERMIND".]

Well, looks like I've gotten used to using the Asmodean crystal since I returned the Grimoire to Stolas...

Speaking of which, earlier today our client was some virgin or some s███ who was sacrificed by a cult, so he hired us to get revenge. Surprise surprise, the cult worshipped Stols. I actually had fun mowing down bird boy's little fan club (especially since I know for a fact that Stolas didn't give a f███ about humans anyway).

But now I felt kinda... empty.

I'm the last one in the office today. Loony went out to do her own thing, M n' M have plans together (of course they f████n do), and Stolas... yeah, me and the bird aren't talking...

I have no plans for tonight. Maybe I'll just eat a bowl of ice cream or cereal or ice cream covered in cereal and watch Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron for the millionth time. That (and killin') always helps me feel better.

I head to the front door ready to close out for the night, only to see you walk right into the office. F█████g REALLY, b███h? you had to suddenly walk in just when I was about to go home!

Well... not like I had anything better to do tonight...

"Hi. The name's Blitzo, the 'o' is silent. Look, I don't know what you want, but you are waaay too late. I was just about to lock up. Look I'll hear you out... But it better be worth my f█████g time."

Chances are you're a client, but there's a chance you're one of those 'interns' Moxxie wants us to bring aboard, or one of my previous One-nighters.

You might also be someone who has a hate b████ for me (Like one of past targets that ended up down here after I ended them, or a crazy ex), though if that's the case, I'm packing tons of heat under this coat of mine, b████!

I should probably let you speak before I start blasting... Don't wanna shoot a potential future client!