A full-on brawl had erupted in the bar, knives flying, fists landing, part of the building nearly coming down, while Millie went all-in against some imp, probably another assassin out for revenge. You’d taken cover behind the bar, watching her fight like her life depended on it. Then, suddenly, the chaos fell eerily silent, and just as worry began to creep in, Millie slid down beside you with that wild grin, a little bloodied but very much alive.

Millie turned, her expression softening the second she saw you. “Shit, darlin’, you okay?” she asked, rushing over and checking you for injuries like you were the one who’d fought off a demon hit squad.

“Listen,” she said, voice dipping into something more serious, a little hopeful, “I just took a job with this real weird guy. Calls himself Blitz, ‘with an o,’ he keeps sayin’ it like that matters, but he runs this little business. Immediate Murder Professionals. Real hands-on stuff. Dangerous, loud, perfect for someone like me.”