1, a simple transfer

I always have been one to ,think with logic instead of feeling, comes with the job , makes people wonder why this type of work is usually dramatized. as I stare at another person saying how they need their life to feed their kids ,I sigh as I say it straight.

"sorry to say Mr., Gent, was it?, but you are still going to be taken out, you where late to work, again, so sorry to say but this is the bosses orders."

They teared up hearing those words , groveling on the ground as they see their hope lost, reaching for something seemingly out of instinct only to realize it isnt there.

"but traf-!"

I slam the gun I pickpocketed from them into their face making their nose bleed to keep them silent already annoyed today. The boss wanted another big rule, " to find the best of the best" they say. hell they might have killed me if it wasn't that I was doing these rules to the letter ,as I look at this Gent in front of me.

"sorry but the traffic is not excusable, remember what the boss said, your culled the moment your late 3 times, it simply comes with the business"

They then collapsed on the floor , tears coming from their face ,blood trickling from their nose as they clench their fists and shivering

I call the people over as they take Gent out of the door screamin in tears saying sorry over and over, as I look at the clock reaching 7 pm as I start cleaning the place as usual

"I started at 6 am and end at 7pm, busy the whole day , i get taking out old blood for new blood is something but we still need some people that work for us"

As I then walk out of the apartment this gent lived in seeing them at the bottom with Gent as they put him in the van , already remnants of a struggle there aswell to clean, as i go down the stairs cleaning the remnants, and then I take out my phone to call some people

"Mr Gent has a family , they know anything about their job, make sure he had one "

as I finish my call I continue walking to my place being sure to check if i was being watched though, seeing the usual beggars as I walk by unable to look me in the face as I take a look at my papers

" these new rules are annoying, at this point they might do a mutiny, either way I got my preparations, even if a mutiny were to come, I will still be around"

when I here my phone has a call . I take it out to see what my boss wants now ,however noticing this isn't their number, even with a name

" the laughing trickster huh, I certainly am not one with their number "

as a simply go to cancel the call, wright down this laughing trickster down on my notes ,and go on with my day, calls like these are usually made to threaten us like it will do something

as I then notice a foreboding feeling in the next alley as I ready my gun to shoot if anyone comes out , only for a flash to slice the arm holding my gun and my left leg.

I screamed as I collapsed on the ground , where my arm and leg was is now being replaced by my own blood spilling on the ground , until i start seeing someone, no something walking out of the shadow of the alley, claws still covered in blood as their head nothing but a shadow as a mouth appears and opens to grin at me

"wow, not even bothered to answer one phone call?"

it chuckles to itself as I try to go to my gun only for it to waste away in front of my very eyes as the being stomps on my other hand , as I grit my teeth in pain as they then look right at me with a large grin and eyes forming opening ,showing pure white

"aren't you a rude one, I was just talking you know?, it pays to listen"

they step off my hand chuckling to themself as they pull out a box from their chest like they are nothing but a shadow placing it in front of me

"I got a game I want to test , and I just noticed your the perfect subject!, don't mind I will treat you fine"

I start getting dizzy as I look at my cut off arm and leg as I decide to speak to atleast delay my death for a moment to "play" this game ,as I speak

" what , game are you talking about"

I feel so tired, as the being widens their grin to a smile

"a simple challenge of course!, yknow the video games beat all 7 demon lords and you win!, save the world you get to be all healed up and on your way!, ain't that fun"

I don't trust this at all, but then again, I am bleeding out by the moment and I am sure they will either die immediately or, survive a bit longer, rather have a chance than an inevitability

" ok, how do I play your game?"

I say hoping to have them explain to me in any way as the being chuckles and laughs as they tap the top of the strange box, they then have a gun appear in their hand out of nowhere seemingly materialized, pointing it at me it's eyes turning pure black as if to mock me

" well it's actually very simply in the grand scheme of things, you, just need to die is all"

I can almost see my life flash in my eyes, and I am enraged, this isn't how I want to die!, as I try to yell in rage only to be shot through my head , unable to say a word, as my vision, goes dark.