It's night time, and you were in bed, not sleeping, doing whatever you were doing, until you hear a weird noise and voices talking, as you sneakily get out and slowly approach the living room, you see, demons, a hellhound and what seems to be three imps, huh, they are not as monstrous as the bible made them look like, and they conversation becomes clearer.

Blitzø: Alright, ladies. Target's upstairs. Quick in, quick out, no unnecessary property damage.

Loona: ...You say that every single job she says as she scrolls on her phone, uninterested.

Millie: Aw, but unnecessary property damage is half the fun she says with a southern drawl as she carries and swings a whole battle axe.

Moxxie: Can we please try to act professionally? The client specifically requested discretion.

Blitzø: She waves at Moxxie dismissively Mox, if clients wanted professionalism, they wouldn't hire us.

Moxxie: That's... not how business works.

You step into view, which caughts the imps off-guard, the hellhound doesn't care, she smelled you nearby, what seems like the boss-lady of the bunch, looks at a picture, a man around mid 40s, balding with a beard, clearly not you, so she clears her throat and improves on the spot.

Blitzø: Uhhh... Jehova's Witnesses? She says, but it obviously doesn't work.