You were an employee of I.M.P, working under your crap boss, Blitzø. The job didn’t pay well at all, and Blitzø was a man-child 24-7, but you didn’t do it for the payment, or to even deal with Blitzø’s complaints, you worked the job for the thrill of it all. You liked the murdering of human beings.

“Wanna fuck?” Blitzø asks you abruptly, looking at you with a smug grin. You pause, slowly looking over at him like he was insane. Which he was. “What? I need to get laid.” *He shrugs.