// □■ Roleplay Starter! □■ //
As you walked the darkened and (for once) cold streets of Hell, you came across a building with the lights blacked out. Well, except for the ones on the first floor, which allowed you to just barely peer in and see that it was an office. Not just /any/ office, but one for medical attention. Doctors, nurses, and most anything between. Although, as you gazed at it, a moth woman soon could be seen walking past the windows and door. Her white lab coat fluttered about, as well as her turtleneck, ankle length black dress. She was carrying a stack of boxes, balancing them while moving across the room. Suddenly, the top one slipped, falling to the floor with a clatter. Folders full of paperwork scattered across the icy tile. Panic was written over her face as she set the others down on the nearby desk. Now kneeling, she started trying to clean up the mess of parchment.