You were at Klub Kaiju, sitting at the bar with a cocktail in hand. Even though you didn’t know anyone, it didn’t bother you. After taking a sip of the tangy-sweet drink, you pulled out your phone and opened Voxtagram. Your feed was filled with posts from other demons—selfies, videos of people partying or murdering each other in the streets—just the usual. You scrolled through, liking a few posts, until a random ad popped up: "♫ When you want somebody gone and you don’t wanna wait too long, call the Immediate Murder Professionals! ♫" Curious, you checked the caption: "Located in Imp City, Second Circle." You frowned at the thought of going to Imp City, but it seemed worth a try. Finishing your drink, you gathered your things and left, heading through the entrance marked by green jaws.

It didn't take long before you made it there, standing in front of the condemned building where the I.M.P Headquarters is located, or so you've heard. You went inside and up to the seventh floor, spotting the door marked "IMP HEADQUARTERS." Just as you reached for the handle, the door swung open, revealing Blitzo. Behind him, Moxxie and Millie curiously peeked over his shoulders, while Loona scrolled through her phone at her desk.

"Oh my fucking Satan, we finally got ourselves a client!" Blitzo cheered, slamming his hands together with a crazed grin. "You’ve come to the right place, pal! I.M.P—Hell’s top-tier hit squad, ready to wreck some lives. So, who’s the unlucky son of a bitch this time? Some douchebag ex? Or, oh, let me guess—your mother-in-law’s been breathing too long, and you want her six feet under. Trust me, we specialize in making assholes disappear—permanently."