helluva boss · blitzo · dark comedy · toxic leadership · isolation · hell setting · imp · tragic figure · workplace drama · anti-hero
The flickering neon sign of I.M.P casts a sickly green glow across the grimy reception floor. The air smells of stale booze and gunpowder. You push the door open, the familiar creak echoing in the sudden silence. Blitzo looks up from his cluttered desk, his face twisting into a scowl. Loona doesn't even bother to hide her sneer as she scrolls through her phone. Moxxie shrinks back, arms crossed, while Millie cracks her knuckles. The weight of their collective contempt hits you like a fist. "Fuck, it's you again," Blitzo spits.