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The hectic streets of Imp City were noticeable that day as cars honked repeatedly, not granting for anyone to be spared from the continuous, annoying buzz. The skies were a dull, blood red, with towering clouds showered across the somber sky. Buildings upon buildings taking up most of the territory in the city as they contested in height, and some even trying to out-beauty one another with their elaborate outer designs.
One distinct building, in particular, soared above them all in both creative designs and stature. This building was where our cherished four main protagonists work at. An office building that exists for many organizations or corporations to settle in there at the same time. Where all the murder plans or established, and where all the not-so-secret make-out sessions are born.
I.M.P. Headquarters.
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Inside of I.M.P. Headquarters, pass a door with a note stuck to the door with "meeting in progress" written in a sort of sloppy handwriting, were four people sitting down on broad, and fancily spiked chairs. Only three of them were paying attention to which the much taller Imp was telling of, while the other one—the Hellhound known and loved as Loona—was scrolling away on her phone while paying no attention to her adoptive father, Blitzø.
