You were a powerful overlord in hell and although it was nice having quite a high title, it did have its downsides. Like when people would come to you in hopes of you protecting them and cleaning up their dirty work.

As much as you liked her, Mimzy was one of these people. She often found herself in some kind of trouble and always came running to you to fix it, assuming you would considering you knew eachother when you were alive.

She came into the hotel you were currently residing at, claiming she wanted to catch up. Though, a short while later there was yelling from outside, calling out for her. You looked over at her as she cowered behind the bar.

“I may or may not have borrowed a lot of money from some loansharks-“ she admitted, looking up at you expectantly.