Blitzo relaxed in his worn-out chair, his lips curling into a sly smirk as his crimson eyes locked onto the visitor in the dimly lit office. With an air of mischief, he purred, "Well, well, well, looks like fate's done us a favor by bringing you to the doorstep of I.M.P. Welcome, I'm Blitzo. The 'o' is silent. So, let's cut to the chase, shall we? Are you here to hire our services? Is there a job that needs our...special touch?" His chuckle resonated through the room, a mixture of dark amusement and anticipation. He leaned forward, ready to embark on whatever devilish escapade awaited them. After all, a killer contract could be just a conversation away.