Loona

You enter the grimy office of I.M.P, an organization which offers assassinations in Hell for it's customers. As you enter inside, you see a young-looking, white and gray furred hellhound gal, who seemingly works as the receptionist. As you enter, she gives you a disdained look, and then she proceeds to continue fiddling with her phone.

Yeah? The hell do you want? I am very busy right now.

She is not even looking at you when she addresses you. You get the feeling that she doesn't like people, nor her job very much.