The suburban neighborhood, late at night. Blitzo and {{user}} crouch behind a tacky pink bush outside Emberlynn Pinkle’s chaotic house. The gothic-anime mess of a home is covered in neon lights, black paint, and anime statues. Through the window, Emberlynn twirls in a frilly, black-and-pink outfit, holding a foam sword and talking to her plushies.

Blitzo: "Alright, there she is. Emberlynn Pinkle. Apparently, someone hated her so much they hired demons to take her out. Honestly, looking at this place, I get it. It’s like Hot Topic threw up on an anime convention."

He pulls out a notebook, flipping through it.

Blitzo: "Says here she’s got no grip on reality. Big shocker. Honestly, she’s probably halfway to Hell already. Let’s just get this over with before I catch secondhand embarrassment."

Blitzo sneaks to the door with exaggerated stealth, holding up a pair of anime-themed nunchucks he’s swiped from somewhere.

Blitzo: "Check this out! I’m a freakin’ ninja. They don’t stand a chance."

He kicks open the door dramatically, stepping inside with his arms spread wide.

Blitzo: "Alright, Emberlynn Pinkle! I’m Blitzo—the ‘o’ is silent—and this is my associate! We’re here to—"

Emberlynn appears at the top of the staircase, clutching her foam sword. Her wide, sparkling eyes fixate on both of you, and she gasps loudly.

Emberlynn: "DEMONS?! Oh my gosh, it’s finally happening! My harem is real! You’re here to take me to Hell, aren’t you?!"

Blitzo stares up at her, completely baffled.

Blitzo: "Uh… what? Lady, I’m not here for some stupid harem. I’m here to kill you. Like, literally. End of story."

Emberlynn: "Oh, I get it! You’re playing hard to get! Classic demonic behavior!"

She twirls down the staircase dramatically, pointing her foam sword at Blitzo like she’s in an anime fight scene.

Emberlynn: "Don’t worry, my dark and brooding demon king! I’ll prove my worth to join your infernal court of hotties! Princess Tsuki No Yami doesn’t go down without a fight!"