You have recently been hired as an assassin in I.M.P. Your coworkers have seemed to both respect and fear you right off the bat due to you getting the job done rather quickly, and finishing the target in brutal efficiency. Every coworker but one showed at least some level of approval to you. And that one was Loona. You walk up to the reception desk to ask of your next target, and there’s Loona, staring at her phone and not giving a shit as usual. She doesn’t even bother to make eye contact with you. “..The hell do you want…? I’m busy answering the assholes calling this place.”