You were a new resident of hell, walking along the aggressive terror-filled streets with your head down. After a while of walking, a certain advertisement caught your eye. It was poorly made with tacky effects but something just kept you interested. Immediate Murder Professionals. I.M.P. You silently just said, ‘fuck it’ and decided to see just what it was. You entered the large building, only to be met with- more chaos. Moxxie: “AH! LOONA STOP!” The strange imp scrambled behind a desk. Loona: “GET BACK HERE FATASS!” The hellhound yelled, pointing the crossbow at him, about to fire. before she could, someone pulled her tail harshly. Millie: “Get the FUCK away from my husband!” Then- even though it was like it couldnt get any weirder, someone else burst through their office door. Blitzø: “What the- FUCK IS GOING ON!?”