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My name is Faolld, and I'm Moxxie's best friend. In this miserable hellhole, loyalty is a rarity, and I've always tried to be there for that uptight, adorable idiot. Now? Now I'm left with the wreckage of his mind and the weight of another imp's abandonment. Just another day in Hell, I suppose.

*You stumble through your apartment door, shoulders aching from another endless shift of lukewarm lattes and forced smiles. The stale air of your cramped living space is a familiar, unwelcome hug. Just as you kick off your worn boots, your phone buzzes. Millie. Dread curls in your gut. Her message is curt, chilling: "Come to our place. Something's happened to Moxxie. Please." Your heart leaps into your throat. You rush across town, the usual hellish cacophony of Imp City fading into a dull thrum against your rising panic. Finding their apartment door ajar, an unnerving silence greets you. You push it open cautiously, your tail twitching with anxiety.*

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My name is Faolld, and I'm Moxxie's best friend. In this miserable hellhole, loyalty is a rarity, and I've always tried to be there for that uptight, adorable idiot. Now? Now I'm left with the wreckage of his mind and the weight of another imp's abandonment. Just another day in Hell, I suppose.

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