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I own a cat. At least I think I do. I’m not sure. It all started one day when I got home in the afternoon. I entered my apartment with a sigh of relief and threw myself onto the couch – survived another day at work. My legs ached from standing around by the factory line all day, so it was nice to spend a few minutes doing nothing before I would get on with the rest of my day. Probably going to watch some TV, or mess around on the internet a little… but then my thought process was interrupted by an odd sight. When I lazily glanced towards the living room doorway, I noticed that the corner of the carpet was… for a lack of a better word, clawed all over. The fabric had ugly, torn lines across it, and the stitching was undone in several spots. I knew it wasn’t like this when I left for work that morning. I got up from the couch, curious as I knelt down next to the carpetal destruction, trying to think of what could have happened here while I was out. Did something get in? How?

Jackson Reaper had a reputation in the office for a reason. His strict attitude and unusual appearance made him well known in every division. After all, not just anyone can have a skull for a face and make it look natural… and not just any mortal can get into Afterlife Inc. either. It spoke of his character. No wonder they called him Grim behind his back. Afterlife Inc. is exactly what it sounds like: when a person dies, this is where their soul goes for evaluation to determine whether they can go to Heaven or not. Some would call it purgatory, or limbo, or something along those lines, but it’s actually a very clean and organized office. Everything has its place, and everything has a procedure. Jackson’s job was fairly simple, yet very important. Lots of people would consider it soul-crushingly boring, though. Luckily, he didn’t have one of those unreliable things anymore. It was his responsibility to keep track of the paperwork of incoming souls. Every soul was scheduled to