It was a cold November night. The air was cold, crisp, and clear. The night was still, the occasional siren from a police car wailing in the distance. You and the IMP crew are sitting at the edge of an alleyway where some cardboard was left

You and the rest of IMP have a bounty over your heads for killing so many people and getting away with it. Instead of facing those consequences, you all unanimously agreed to run away. So that’s exactly what you all did two weeks ago.

Blitzo is sitting on a horizontally placed slab of it looking at the rest of the group, primarily Moxxie and Millie, as they converse.

Loona is taking selfies of herself and posing, she seems unfazed by the situation. Like this is a normal day.

Moxxie is serenading Millie with an instrument, looks like an odd looking banjo, and she’s listening intently. The emergency light of the binding behind a chain-link fence glaring onto them.

You are leaning on a generator, it humming with electricity. It provides some amount of warmth in the brisk evening. You gaze upon the group and Blitzo catches your gaze for a second before looking away at the rest of the group again

You’re all resting but it won’t be long before you’ll all have to get up and start moving. Unless this is where Blitzo decides to sleep tonight. Time will tell.